Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
“Ain’t no wait,” he huffed underneath me. “You wanted this dick, right? Take it like a big girl.”
My plea fell short when I glimpsed us in the mirror above the dresser.
Rowdy held my legs open, giving me an unobstructed view of his dick driving into me. I saw and felt each time he sank so deep his balls slapped my pussy. I saw my tits bouncing from each movement and the slack, helpless look on my face as I became lost in pleasure.
The visual of us together, wild and uninhibited, was such an aphrodisiac that I came again even faster and harder than the first. It was only intensified by the feeling of his warm cum coating my walls in violent spurts as he came with me.
I was just glad I’d gotten back on birth control. There were times I swore Rowdy had been trying to knock me up on purpose.
As soon as we both caught our breath, Rowdy scooped me up before carrying me to the shower, where he had to clean us both since I was basically comatose from the super intense dick down.
Once again, I’d bitten off more than I could chew, and I’d loved every second of it.
After we were clean, we were both all smiles as we put our bathing suits back on.
Rowdy started mean-mugging me as soon as he caught a glimpse of how little my bathing suit actually covered.
I’d purchased this bathing suit months ago when it first started to get warm, but I’d gained weight recently—mostly in my butt and thighs—which Rowdy loved and hated since I still tried to squeeze into my old clothes that were now a size too small.
The bikini bottoms were digging so far up my ass that it might as well have been a thong. The tiny triangle tops barely covered more than my nipples, but it still wasn’t anywhere as racy as the suits I knew those bitches hoping to catch his eye would be wearing.
“Make sure you keep that shit on all day,” he ordered when I tied my cover-up around my waist.
I rolled my eyes as I followed him out of our bedroom, downstairs, and into his car, but I didn’t argue. It would only end with him destroying yet another piece of clothing of mine, and I really liked this suit.
Today was the last day of the Pride of Kings festival. It was an annual weekend-long birthday bash for the Kings that both raised money to buy school supplies and clothes for low-income minorities around the way and stroked the Kings already inflated egos.
The festival was how I’d found out that Rowdy, Joren, Roc, and Golden were all Leos, which explained the matching tattoos.
Since their birthdays were so close together, they’d decided that it was easier to have a collective celebration than a huge and expensive party every week for a month. The festival was always held during one of the Kings’ birthday weekends, and this year was Roc’s.
Rowdy’s thirty-sixth birthday—which he’d spent alone with me like he wanted—had come and gone, leaving the gap between our ages even wider.
My twentieth birthday was less than three months away, but I knew that even then, it wouldn’t silence the whispers and constant judgment.
Of all the available women, the lion of Idlewild had chosen a teenager. It didn’t stop the men from worshipping the ground he walked on or the women from wanting to take my place, but it gave them stones to throw nonetheless.
I was beginning to understand why Rowdy had kept everyone except his parents, the other Kings—and now me—at arm’s distance.
Sometimes, not even that was enough, and he was forced to extend that radius to however far his gun aim allowed.
It was a thirty-minute drive to the Idle Lakes. The last party of the weekend was in full swing by the time we arrived at the huge lake house. It was more of a staging area, really.
There were people lined up near the shore, waiting their turn to be taken out on one of the motorboats to the huge platform in the middle of the lake. From here, I could just make out a DJ booth, bar, and water slides at both ends that the drunken partygoers were riding down and into the lake.
Hilltop, the heavily guarded territory of the infamous yet rarely seen Nine Hills gang, was perfectly visible from the deck overlooking the water.
The mountains had looked so beautiful during our balloon ride in the sky. I had asked Rowdy days later if he could take me up there one day, and he told me under no circumstances should I ever cross the boundaries of the Battery unless I wanted the entire city at war. Apparently, outsiders who wandered where they didn’t belong had a habit of never being seen again.