Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
I licked my lips as he picked me up again. “You should join me in the bath.”
What a screwed-up relationship we had, always ping-ponging from enemies to lovers.
Zach didn’t answer, placing me on the edge of the tub and loosening the string holding my bikini top together. The top fell to the floor with a wet smack.
He drank in an eyeful before hooking his thumbs on either side of my bikini bottom, sliding it down my legs.
He sank my naked body into the bathtub, spilling my hair over the edge. I could barely feel the water. My body had gone numb from the cold.
Slowly, my nerve-endings defrosted, regaining sensation. I tipped my head back against the edge and stared at him, drunk with desire.
My frustration dissolved into pleasure, uncurling as my body blossomed with yearning. He still stood to the side, watching me like a hawk, his cock erect and plastered to his thigh.
I arched a brow. “See something you like?”
“Like is an understatement.” He ran a hand down his slacks, pretending to smooth an invisible wrinkle, squeezing his cock in the process. “And therein lies the problem.”
“What problem?” I batted my lashes. “I thought this was just a temporary agreement.”
“It is. I’ve always had issues parting ways with my favorite toys.”
I arched my back, reaching between my thighs and finding my clit. My stomach dipped as his jaw tightened, his brows drawing together.
The peaks of my nipples cut through the water’s surface, pink and erect and begging to be touched.
He swore, turning his head for a moment. “Farrow.”
“Come on, Zach. After all, I’m just a toy.” I picked up the pace between my legs, letting out a moan. “And you, too, are my favorite game.”
He watched without blinking as I flung one leg over the tub, spreading my pussy, feeling the heated water penetrate me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He ripped his sweater from his shoulders, dumping it on the floor. His socks came off next, followed by his pants and briefs in one move.
His cock sprung out, thick and long, the crown glazed with a pearl of pre-cum. For a moment, I feared it wouldn’t fit inside me.
He slipped into the bath with a splash, circling my ankles and tugging me toward him. I gripped the tub’s edges to regain my balance.
My tight hole collided with his cock, eliciting a groan from him. He splayed one hand on the small of my back, using his free one to grab my jaw and kiss me long and hard and messily.
I whimpered into our kiss, his tongue meeting mine. He fisted his cock, guiding it into my pussy.
“Condom.” I swallowed his moans, gasping. “We need a condom.”
“Please, Farrow.” His mouth glided down the side of my neck, teeth scraping my sensitive flesh. “I’ll give you anything and everything in this world to let me fuck you bare. I need to feel you. All of you. No barriers. I beg you.”
I rubbed my pussy up and down his length, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
He plastered his forehead to mine, closing his eyes, raw agony painting his face. For a cruel moment, I thought about asking for the pendant.
But it wouldn’t be fair.
Psychological warfare aside, I wanted him to give it to me because he knew I deserved it, not as part of a blackmail scheme.
“I want you to tell me why you kept your distance from me for the past few days.”
He reared his head back, staring into my eyes. “You really want to know why?”
I nodded.
“Because you terrify me, Farrow.” He looked aside, paused, and turned back to me, throat bobbing with a swallow. “You remind me that I’m human. That I can, in fact, be destroyed by a simple touch. I should banish you, Fae.”
“Why?”
“You make me want to enjoy my life, not just survive it.”
His words ran down my spine like a shiver. I raised my pelvis, knotting my arms over his neck and sinking onto his cock.
He dug his fingers in my back, guiding himself deeper. “Fuck.”
A groan tore from my throat when he reached about halfway in. My eyes flared. Even wet and ready, there was too much of him.
“It’s okay.” He caught me by the waist, kissing my cheeks, my nose, my eyes. “We’ll make it fit. Trust me.”
I didn’t know why I was putting my trust in a literal virgin with a dick the size of an AR-15, but I nodded, swallowing down a cry of pain as he reached between us.
His thumb played with my clit as his fingers dug into my hips. He wedged another half an inch inside me.
I tipped my head back, hissing as he kissed every corner of my face and neck. My fingers squeezed the bathtub walls.
“My beautiful, brave girl.” He filled my pussy, mouth traveling to my breasts, licking at my nipples. “Look how good you take my cock. Such a good girl. Do you think you can come on my dick for me?” He nibbled the side of my jaw. “Think you can make my first time special?”