Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Not that it’s any of your business, but Alan is an old friend from college. He thinks he can help with one of my cases, hence the file. We haven’t seen each other in a long time so we went out to grab a bite to eat together. And you have nothing to worry about, Finn. I wasn’t on a date, making you look like a laughing stock. Alan is very happily married.”
“I… oh,” I say, the wind going out of my sails. “Fuck. I’m sorry Ashley. I just… I don’t even know what it is.”
“You’re sorry?” she asks sarcastically. “Well, that’s okay then. I mean it’s not like you’ve made one of my oldest friends think I was hiding my fiancé away like a dirty secret. And it’s not like you were so rude to him that he practically ran away from me, is it?”
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, angrier with myself than she is.
“Yeah? Well that’s not good enough. Why did you even behave that way Finn?” Ashley shouts.
“Because I was jealous alright?” I shout back. I don’t give her time to respond. I close the gap between us, grab her, pull her into my arms, and kiss her hard on the mouth.
She goes stiff for a second and then she kisses me back, her arms wrapping around me. She pulls back slightly. “Aren’t we meant to make a new rule for today?” She asks breathlessly.
“Fuck the rules,” I reply, pulling her mouth back to mine. This isn’t what I meant to happen tonight or any other night for that matter, but now that it is, I’m certainly not going to try and stop it. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. Angry sex with Ashley is easily the highlight of my year.
Hell, of my fucking life.
I start to walk her backwards as we kiss, slamming her against the wall behind her. She makes an animal sound, but it doesn’t stop her from kissing me, from pushing my jacket off, unbuttoning my shirt and pushing that off too. She’s opening my slacks and I’m tearing at her blouse, finally getting it open and discarding it.
The rest of our clothes come off in a frenzied movement, our mouths only leaving each other long enough to strip each other naked. It’s like we’re driven by lust, not stopping to let rational thought in, because I think we both know if we pause to think about this for even a second… we’ll realize we shouldn’t do this.
When we’re naked, I kiss Ashley’s neck and push my fingers inside of her, working her g-spot until she’s gasping in my ear and digging her nails into my shoulders. I bring her to orgasm and as she’s coming, I slip my fingers out of her and grab her clit, pinching it hard enough to make her moan turn into a shocked gasp.
Her eyes fly open and meet mine and I see the complete and utter lust in her eyes. I move my fingers away from her clit, running my hands up the back of her thighs. I grip her ass and lift her into the air.
She comes up off the ground easily and wraps her legs around me as I slip inside of her. I pump into her, hard and fast against the wall. I can’t believe I once thought she was too fragile for this. She might be light, but she’s anything but fragile.
The sex is fast and furious as we grope each other roughly, our kisses desperate and full of crazed passion and longing. I slam into Ashley again and again. It is almost as if I’m punishing her for making me feel jealous. When she comes, she bites down on my shoulder. I suck in a pained breath. Her teeth send shivers through me, pain and pleasure mingling in a most deliciously unexpected way.
My climax blasts through me, spreading fire through my cock, up into my stomach and out into my limbs. I come hard, spurting into Ashley’s clenching pussy as she screams my name.
As her orgasm starts to recede, I hold her in place for a moment until I get myself back under control. One hand on Ashley’s ass and one on the wall I steady myself. When I begin to feel normal again, I walk over to the couch with Ashley clinging to me like a little monkey. I deposit her on the couch and sit down beside her, reaching down for the blanket that’s still sitting on the little table beside the couch.
I spread the blanket over us and she snuggles against me.
She smiles up at me, her cheeks flushed from the orgasm she’s just had. “You know, if you’re going to do that every time, I will bring strange men back here more often,” she grins.