Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Fuck, that felt good.
COLTON
“YOU LIKE THAT?” Amy asks, riding my cock.
“Yeah,” I lie, fighting a yawn. I need a drink, a hit, anything to help me out. I’m fucking bored as shit.
“Hmm,” she moans, throwing her head back while her hips move back and forth.
My eyes trail down over her fake tits and thin waist. I wasn’t really in the mood to fuck, but when she offered it downstairs, I thought sure, why not?
Someone knocks on my bedroom door.
“Go away,” I growl, my fingers digging into her hips, needing more. Her boobs don’t even move while she grinds back and forth like it’s doing something for me, not bothered by someone trying to interrupt us.
“Colt—”
“I’m busy!” I sit up, glaring over her shoulder at the door. Persistent motherfucker. “Leave me the fuck—”
The door opens, and Finn leans against the doorframe. His green eyes drop to Amy’s bare ass. Tilting his head to the side, he licks his lips and announces, “Raylee’s here.”
I smile at his words, and Amy reaches up, running her hands through my hair. “She’s seen the video.” I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to return from her date.
He laughs, nodding once and still eyeing Amy, who has stopped fucking me. “Oh, she saw it all right. She’s setting your car on fire as we speak.”
“What?” I bark. Shoving Amy away, she falls off the side of the bed to the floor with a thud. “Fuck!”
“I’m sure you deserved it.” Amy laughs, not the least bit upset that I just tossed her aside. We’ve been drinking for hours, but I’m not drunk like her, so I don’t find this funny.
Not even bothering with a shirt, I run down the stairs, trying to pull my jeans up, and storm out the open front doors to see a fire raging inside of my car. “Motherfucker!”
“Damn.” Alex chuckles, already on the porch, enjoying the show. Not even bothering to stop her. “The bitch actually did it. I thought they were joking.”
My teeth grind. I don’t even give two shits about the car. No, I care that the pretty little princess is standing next to it, arms crossed over her chest, staring up at me with a smile on her face.
She’s such a little bitch.
“Get everyone off the property,” Finn orders, coming to join us on the porch. He was much slower than me coming to see the show. “We don’t need an audience watching us take care of her.”
“No,” I disagree, not taking my eyes off her.
She’s got her head cocked to the side, her long bleach-blond hair over one shoulder. She usually curls it, but it’s straight tonight. I imagine walking over to her, wrapping it around my fist, and dragging her into the house and up to my room, where I tie her facedown to my bed and beat her ass with my belt. Tears running down her face while she begs me to stop before I fuck the bitch out of her. Then leave her there, face covered in my cum, unsatisfied and humiliated. That would teach her a lesson. But I also know she’d enjoy that.
“No?” Finn chuckles. “Seriously, man? She just set your car on fire.” He points at it as if I don’t see the flames engulfing it.
Choosing not to explain myself, I ignore him, and my eyes drop to her red heels and run up over her tan, toned legs. She wears a pair of black jean shorts frayed on the bottom with a black V-neck T-shirt. Simple yet so fucking attractive at the same time. Raylee is the devil in a woman’s body. She’s vindictive, manipulative, and incredibly fucking sexy. It’s a sin really to look that good. And I should be ashamed of how obsessed I’ve become with her.
“The girl is fucking crazy,” Jenks mumbles, walking out of the house with a cigarette between his lips while he lights it. His jeans are also undone, but at least he has a shirt on.
“Where the hell were you?” Finn asks him as if he would have been able to stop her.
“Getting my dick sucked.” He takes a drag from the cigarette and blows it out. “Where were you?” he counters, and Finn just lets out a huff without responding.
“What did you expect?” Alex sighs, turning his attention to me. “You released that video. We knew she’d come after you.”
I stand, anchored to the porch. If I make one move, I’ll fucking kill her, and there are too many witnesses. Even I wouldn’t be able to buy my way out of a murder charge with all these motherfuckers recording right now. No, I’ll get my revenge later. When we’re alone. On my time. My way.
She slowly makes her way across the driveway. One hooker heel in front of the other, head held high, shoulders back, pushing her large chest out, and her hands on her narrow hips. While she walks up the stairs, my eyes stay on hers, smoke billowing around her from people throwing water on the fire. The lights from the house make her crystal blue eyes shine, and I hate that my cock is hard, and it has nothing to do with the naked woman on the floor in my bedroom.