Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“Are you still bleeding, princess?”
If I wasn’t so drunk, I’d blush at that question. “No.”
He drops them to the floor and reaches up, gripping the back of his black shirt and pulls it up over his head. His abs flex, showcasing a six-pack that looks carved out of stone. Then he pushes his jeans down his muscular thighs along with his boxers.
My eyes slowly travel down over the V that you only see on the cover of magazines. I bite my bottom lip when I get to his hard dick. It stands to attention and makes my thighs tighten. When we had sex, I had the lights off, so I never got to see it. My mouth goes dry at his impressive size. No wonder it was so painful.
“Is this the first time you’ve ever seen a cock, Demi?” he asks, wrapping his hand around the thick base.
My wide eyes shoot up to meet his, and this time I do blush, telling him what he already knew.
He gives me that smug smile that I fucking hate. The one that makes his blue eyes dance with mischief and my belly flop. “Spread your legs,” he orders.
My bended knees begin to shake. I should have had another drink.
He lets go of his dick and steps up to the bed. Placing his hands on my knees, he slowly pushes them apart.
I fall onto my back, and my hands come up to cover my face. My entire body is shaking uncontrollably. Even the alcohol can’t help mask my fear and embarrassment of what is to come.
His hands leave my knees and travel up my thighs. They firmly spread them farther until I’m completely exposed to him.
This is where I’m nothing like Becky. I lack experience and confidence. I have never felt more vulnerable and turned on at the same time. I’m ashamed because I’m completely wet for him. And the lights are on, allowing him to see every inch of me.
His thumb slides over my pussy, and I moan loudly.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he says softly.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly going dry. I wish I would have known this was going to happen. I would have put some music on so he wouldn’t have to hear my heavy breathing.
“Has a man ever eaten your pussy, Demi?”
Dear Lord! I’m going to come at the sound of my name and pussy being mentioned in the same sentence. “No,” I mumble my answer.
His hands grip my hips, and he yanks me toward him. I remove my hands from my face and cry out in surprise as my ass now hangs off the edge of the bed. “Deke …”
“Unless you’re telling me to stop, I don’t wanna hear it.” He growls.
I watch his eyes trail down over my chest; the only thing I wear is a black bra. And it’s not even pretty or flattering in any way. He didn’t get the chance to remove it. Not like I have much to show, though. They continue their assault, raking over my stomach and pussy. When he drops to his knees, my breath gets stuck in my lungs.
He places my shaking knees over his shoulders. My wide eyes go to my bedroom door. I didn’t lock it. “What if someone comes in?” I ask in a panic.
“Let them watch me eat you out, baby,” he says, not sharing my concern.
“Deke …” I protest, but he leans forward, and my words die as I feel his mouth touch where no man has before.
“Oh, God.” My hands grip the comforter.
His fingers dig into my hips, and I buck them when I feel his tongue enter me.
He grips me tighter, pulling me closer to his face, and I close my eyes at the pure pleasure of his tongue touching me in the most intimate way.
My legs tighten on his head, my back arches, and I start to pant as a fire runs up my back. Then I feel a pulsing between my legs, and it travels up through my body. I’m screaming his name as what can only be described as an energy rush reaches my head and explodes.
DEKE
I stand and lick what’s left of her from my lips. She lies before me, shaking uncontrollably with her back arched and her eyes closed. Her lips are parted, and she is panting.
Fuck, she looks beautiful.
I had planned to come and hurt her, to remind her who the fuck she’s dealing with, but I couldn’t do it. I had brought my bag since I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it. Make her bleed? Leave her restrained again? Carve my fucking name in her ass? I didn’t know which plan of action was the best one.
But the moment she entered her room, all I could think was to get her naked and underneath me. I saw how turned on she was. How much she still wanted me. Last time I was drunk and a fucking idiot, so I didn’t ease into it. I just fucked her like she was the same whore her sister is.