Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
I spin her in place so fast she barely has time to make a sound. With one quick, violent tug, I pull her jeans down around her knees. Panties, too. “You like it like this?” I whisper next to her ear, pinning her in place with my body while I pull out my cock. It’s aching, dripping, ready for her.
“Just do it,” she pants. “Just fuck me. Now.” And when I do, when I drive myself into her, she gasps.
“You want your little boyfriend to do this to you?” I ask, fucking her hard. Merciless. Punishing her. When she doesn’t answer right away, I slap her ass cheek hard enough that my hand stings. “Huh? You think he could do this? You think he could fuck you this way?”
“Just you,” she whispers.
“That’s fucking right,” I growl, pulling her head back when I take a handful of her hair. “Just me. He wants to do this to you. He wants to fuck you like this and make you scream the way I do.”
“I don’t want to talk about him.” She cranes her neck, looking me in the eye. “I just want you to fuck me.”
And I do, my hips sawing back and forth, my cock plunging in and out. She grunts like an animal every time our bodies meet, her ass jiggling when I slap against it. I look down, transfixed, watching my cock disappear inside her again, again, and every time it does, she lets out a squeal. Her first orgasm comes quick, her hands pressed against the door, fingers curling while her already tight cunt grips me like a vise. I have to slow down, or else she’ll take me with her. And I’m not finished yet.
She slumps a little when I withdraw, leaning against the door for support. I kick off my jeans, then take her in my arms, carrying her to the island between the living room and kitchen and placing her on one of the stools, facing me. If she’s going to use those nails of hers on something, I want it to be on my back. Not the door.
“Say it again,” I grunt, entering her. “Who do you want fucking you?”
“You,” she sobs, dragging her nails over my shoulders, my back, while I take her hard. Unforgiving. The deep, driving need to break her, to win, sweeps everything else out of the way. She needs to know who’s in control. Who calls the shots.
When she breaks the skin, I suck in a pained breath—but if anything, it only heightens the sensation, pushing me closer to release. “You want to hurt me?” I grunt before slamming into her again. “Do you want to leave your mark on me?” She responds by raking me again, then driving her nails into my ass cheeks and pulling me deeper.
I’m completely lost in sensation. Lost in her. In the unimaginable feeling of being inside her, using her body, letting her use mine.
“Come inside me,” she whines as her tunnel tightens, squeezing me again. “Come in me. Please.”
That’s all it takes. My thrusts lose their rhythm, my hips pumping frantically. She closes her eyes, her head dropping back, and I run my teeth over her neck when the edge comes rushing up to meet me. To meet both of us. She screams loud enough to make my ears ring, but I hardly notice, too busy filling her with cum.
When it’s over, when I pull out, I look down to see our mixed fluids dripping out of her with every spasm of her muscles. I’m almost transfixed by it before stepping back, grabbing something to clean her up with. I’ve never let myself get carried away like that.
But she seems happy when I rejoin her. “I’ve been on the pill for more than a year,” she informs me. “Mail-order prescription. I can’t believe you didn’t know that.”
Good to know now that I shot my load. “Does your father know?” I ask as I wipe her clean. Not exactly who I want to be thinking of right now, but I didn’t bring it up.
“Do you think it would be a surprise to you if he did?” Good point. We piece ourselves back together, the tension now gone, though there are still too many unanswered questions to count. I grab us both some water while she recovers, sitting on the stool again and leaning against the counter like she’s wiped out. I can’t pretend it doesn’t make me the slightest bit proud, being the reason for it.
Still, I can’t let it go. It will eat at me like an ulcer unless I say something. “You still haven’t told me why you broke up the fight. Not really.”
She rolls her eyes more dramatically than I think I’ve ever seen. “Why are you stuck on this?”
“Because it struck me as strange. I can’t help it. I need to know.”