Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Jesus Christ.
Always so good at the dirty talk.
“Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me how much you want my cock inside you.” His hands tighten on me. Fingers biting into my ass.
His eyes come back to mine, and I stare into them. Eyes that are cloudy with lust. For me. Seeing Zeus like this always gave me such a high. Knowing the sexual power I had over him was thrilling.
It still is.
I lean forward and touch my nose to his. My stare on him never wavering. “Stop talking. And just fuck me.”
His eyes flash a seductive promise.
I feel his fingers curl into the waistband of my panties. Then, I hear the telltale snap of elastic and feel the thrill-inducing cool air hit my heated parts.
I don’t let him know I like it though. I might want him. But I’m not going easy on him. No way.
“They were my favorite.” I scowl at him.
“I’ll buy you some new ones.”
“Break something. Fix it with money. That how you do things nowadays, Z?”
I know I’ve hit a nerve from the flare of anger in his eyes. And that excites the hell out of me.
“Tell me you love me,” he says through a clenched jaw.
“Fuck you,” I bite.
“I will when you say it, Dove.” He gently brushes his lips over mine. “Tell me you love me, and I’ll give you what you want. My cock deep inside you.”
He thrusts up, pressing against my pussy, and I know I’ve soaked through the material of his shorts.
He chuckles a knowing sound, and it sends fury hurtling through me.
So, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip and bite down hard.
He hisses and pulls back, tongue licking at the wound.
And I get off on the taste of his pain on my tongue.
“You wanna hurt me, Dove?”
Yes. I want to hurt you. And fuck you. And love you…and Jesus fucking Christ! I feel like I’m going to explode with all the feelings burning up inside me.
“So, hurt me. Do what you have to. Take what you need.”
So, I do.
I curl my hands around the back of his head and yank him back to me.
I fiercely kiss him.
It’s rage and want and pure, unadulterated need.
Teeth clashing. Raw, painful, impassioned kissing.
And he gives it right back to me.
I shove my hands up inside his sweatshirt and rake my nails down his chest.
He pushes up my sweater and yanks down the cup of my bra. Bending his head down, he takes my breast in his mouth.
Teeth dragging over the delicate skin, he bites my nipple at the exact same time that he shoves a thick finger deep inside me from behind.
“Ahh,” I moan.
And then another finger before he starts to fuck me with them.
“Always so fucking tight,” he groans.
I drag his mouth back up to mine, needing to kiss him more than I need air.
He’s fucking me with his hand, his palm slapping against my ass with each penetration of his fingers.
And all I want—need to do is come.
I grind my clit against his cock. The friction bringing stars to my eyes.
I hear a sound of pure need and realize it came from me.
Then, I hear an animalistic growl and know that came from Zeus.
His fingers pull out of me.
I whimper at the loss.
He shoves his shorts down his hips.
His cock—erect, long, and incredibly thick—presses against my thigh.
I can feel his pre-cum wet against my skin.
“Say it, Dove. Tell me you love me.”
Intense eyes on mine are holding me prisoner.
Biting my lip, I shake my head.
He stares at me so intensely and for so long, an ache pierces my heart, spreading out across my chest.
“Zeus…”
In one practiced move, he thrusts up and inside me.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
My head thuds back against the wall on a strangled cry, eyes shutting against the wave of emotion at having him inside me again.
It’s everything. And nothing I should want.
“Look at me.”
I can’t.
I shake my head.
His hand grabs my chin, forcing my face to his.
I open my eyes to his brilliant blue eyes intently watching me. His cock is buried deep inside me. His body all around me.
It’s too much. And not enough.
“Say it.”
I clench my jaw. “I can’t.” My voice wavers on the words.
His expression shifts into something fiery. “Then, I’ll just fuck you until you can.”
He pulls out to the tip and then slams back inside me.
Needy lips find mine, passionately kissing me. Desperate hands grip my hips, fingers biting into my skin, as he screws me against the wall.
Long, deep thrusts over and over, his body knowing how to bring mine to the brink. Working me up to the point of mindless desperation. But not giving me what I want. What I need.
“Please, Z…” I whimper.
“You want to come?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
In and out. Relentlessly fucking me. He tilts his hips a fraction, and—oh my God…