Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“No snoring roommate?”
“Well, that. But I was thinking more about the attached bathroom. Let’s go take a shower together,” he says, already shoving the food boxes to one side of the mattress so we can get out of the bed without climbing over them.
When I don’t move right away, Briggs takes my hand and pulls me up. My body is still sluggish, but with his support, I make it to my feet. He leads me into the attached bathroom, only letting go of my hand to take off his clothes.
I lean against the wall, watching him strip down. He must be spending the times he doesn’t stalk me at the gym, because his body is carved out of stone.
“Lose your panties,” he orders while turning on the shower.
While his back is turned toward me, I quickly slip out of my underwear, folding them on the floor so we don’t have to stare at the bloody pad inside. When I straighten back up, Briggs has already stepped under the spray, water cascading down his muscular back.
“Get in here, bird,” Briggs says over his shoulder.
My legs move on their own, not afraid of what’s to come. I step into the shower, slipping on the wet tile in the process. My arms come out automatically, wrapping around Briggs’s torso to steady myself. My face and boobs press against his back, my bare pussy pushes against his ass.
“Mhhh,” Briggs muses. “You got the right idea, but I’m supposed to be the big spoon.”
I let go of him, untangling my arms from his torso while making sure that my feet are planted firmly. “Sorry about that,” I mumble, realizing in terror that there is blood running down my inner thighs. Pink water swirls around our feet. “Are you sure you want me in here?”
Briggs turns around and looks down. If he is disgusted, he is hiding it well. “It’s just a little blood. Are you still cramping?”
“The pain is gone,” I tell him, realizing he is already fully hard.
“Good, come here, wrap your arms around my neck,” he orders while placing his hands on my hips.
Before I know what he is planning, he lifts me up and pushes my back against the cool tile wall, making me hiss at the coldness on my heated skin. I have no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him. My hot center pressed against his stomach, and I know I must be getting blood all over him. He doesn’t seem to care.
His eyes are filled with nothing but carnal lust as he slowly lowers me onto his cock. I tense when his head bumps against my pussy, but I melt into his touch when the smooth head brushes over my clit. Then he finds my entrance. He presses into me unhurriedly, like he is enjoying burying every inch.
His heated gaze never leaves mine as he sinks into me all the way, making us both moan in pleasure. Unlike my first time, there is no resistance. He slides in with ease, filling me completely while holding my body against the wall.
“When I’m inside of you, I almost forget that I hate you,” he whispers, and I think it’s more to himself than me.
I know exactly what he means. Both times we have been together like this, he hasn’t been mean to me. He doesn’t hurt me or enjoy my pain like he usually does. He just fucks me passionately.
He tilts his face so that our foreheads are touching before closing his eyes and licking his lips. I stare at those lips, wishing stupidly that he would kiss me. I don’t even know why I would want that, maybe because it adds to the whole illusion that he doesn’t actually hate me. Briggs’s eyes open, and I find the same weird yearning reflecting back at me. Does he want to kiss me too? As quick as I saw it, it disappears even quicker. Of course he doesn’t want to kiss me.
Briggs rocks me against the wall, hitting a spot deep inside of me that makes me throw my head back with a moan. I tighten my legs around him, holding him close and pushing him even deeper. My fingers dig into his back, my nails raking over his skin as he pounds into me without restraint.
“Remember how you came on my cock last time?” Briggs asks breathlessly before dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin on my neck.
I tense, remembering how he bit me, which only makes him chuckle. I expect him to do it again, but instead, he simply licks and nibbles on my shoulder. Having his mouth on me feels amazing. Combine that with his body rubbing on mine, the hot water cascading down our skin and the weed in my system intensifying all of it. I’m in fucking heaven.