Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 53529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
And what about my dick? Who knew it could do that? It’s never happened before, and I’m wondering if it’s because I was with River. Either way, I’m feeling proud because she came first. And then she came again. And again. And again. Demanding more. It’s morning now, and I’m covered in sweat. I’m praying she wants to sleep.
“Huff?” she says with a needy voice.
I jump from bed. “You’re hungry, too? I’ll make breakfast. Great idea!” The groceries were delivered last night somewhere between fuck number two and three. “How about scrambled eggs with cheese, potatoes, and spinach.” Jesus, please tell me there’s still some Gatorade in the cupboard.
River sits up in bed, a sheet over her sweaty body. “I was thinking we could—”
“No!” I point to her. “I have to eat.”
She shrugs coyly. “Then how about after?”
“I need to sleep. And my dick is—”
“Still hard?” Her eyes latch onto my erection.
“Yes, but I can’t help that.” It takes a while to come down. “River, I need rest. And aren’t you starting to think this isn’t normal?”
“Absolutely. I’ve never had anyone make me come ten, fifteen, twenty times in a row.” She flips her long dark hair over her shoulder proudly. “And I’m ready for more.”
More? “Are all women like this?”
“Hungry for you?” Her eyes narrow. “They’d better keep their fucking hands off you, or I’ll kill them.”
She doesn’t sound like she’s joking. “River, I’m going to make us some food, and we’re going to drink a few gallons of water. There’ll be no more sex until we talk.”
I don’t have any extra clothes here because I packed up what I owned and brought them with me in the extraction, so I grab a towel from the bathroom and wrap it around my waist.
I go to the kitchen and hear the shower running a few minutes later.
“Thank God.” I hope she’s running the cold water.
I crack open some eggs, chop a little onion, wrap a potato in a paper towel and pop it in the microwave. I’ll throw in some spinach and cheese at the end along with my diced potato.
While I’m cooking in my tiny all-blue kitchen, my mind can’t stop worrying about River’s insatiable need. I should be basking in the glow of losing my virg—I mean, having sex with the girl I love for the first time.
I’m about to add my egg mixture to the onions when a pair of soft hands slide around my midriff.
“Miss me?” River asks.
I jump, nearly slapping her in the face with my spatula. “Are you done with your shower already?”
“Uh-huh…” She bobs her head, a lustful expression in her brown eyes.
“River, we need to eat.”
“Eat later,” she snarls. “Sex now.”
“What is wrong with you?” I step to the side, away from my frying pan and from her.
“Now!” She lunges, knocking me to the floor like a cheetah attacking prey.
Oh shit. I think River’s trying to have her way with me. I carefully pry her off my chest and pin her to the floor. I outweigh her by a ton, and I’m hella strong, so she’s not a threat, but now I’m really worried.
“Get off me! And get in me!” she yells.
“No. I’m not having sex with you!”
“You’d better or…or—I’ll run out of here and find someone who will!”
“Well, you’re completely naked and pretty hot, so I don’t think you’ll have trouble finding someone, River, but why would you want to fuck a complete stranger?”
“I don’t! But I will.”
“Listen to what you’re saying, Riv. Something’s the matter. You’re acting really aggressive.”
“Shut up and fuck me!”
Jesus. I can’t believe I finally get what I want—River in a lusty frenzy over me—and it’s turned into a nightmare. “Riv, I love you, but I’m not going to have sex with you again. Not until we figure out what’s happening.”
Suddenly, a terrible thought hits me. Maybe there’s something in my cum. Maybe my body never fully detoxed. There was no real way to test every single part of my body—muscles, organs, etc.—when I was weaning myself off Morris’s drug. But what other reason is there for her behavior?
Oh crap. If I’ve exposed her, does it mean her heart’s going to give out if she doesn’t get her next fix? I might have to keep fucking her to keep her alive. That or get a hold of Morris’s drug.
“Hi, Huff,” says a deep voice. “Sorry to interrupt playtime, but I’ve got some unfinished business with you.”
I look up, and Morris is actually hovering over us. He grabs hold of my arm and takes me.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Morris! What the hell?” We’re standing in a rocky canyon somewhere hot, barren, and dry. Could be Death Valley. Could be the Middle East. Not that I care. Not staying.
I’m about to zip back to River when Morris starts yelling, “Wait! Give me two minutes.”