Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
She tries to scramble away, but I don’t let her. I grab her ankle and yank her back. “You can’t fucking bite me,” I say as I pull her underneath me. I pin her wrists down and hold her against the grass with all my weight. She’s breathing hard and looking at me with fire in her eyes. “We’re fucking training.”
“You pulled my hair.”
“You like when I pull your hair, little killer.”
“And you like when I bite you. Or are you whining because I finally beat you?”
“You didn’t win. You let go first.”
“You were going to rip my hair out!”
“Goddamn right I was.” I lean closer to her, grinning at her chin tilts up. Our lips are inches away. “I don’t lose.”
“You’re not invincible, Peter.”
I tighten my grip on her wrists then adjust them so I’m using my knees to keep them pinned. That leaves my hands free to move up her body. “No, you’re right. I do have one major weakness.”
“What are you doing?”
I caress her breasts. I can’t fucking help myself. Her nipples are stiff, pointing through the thin athletic fabric. I squeeze them, teasing her, and slowly slip the hem of the sports bra up to expose her lovely curves and pink nipples. She whimpers in surprise as my lips find her little buds and lick them, rolling my tongue around each nipple and sucking hard.
“Fuck, Peter,” she whimpers, wriggling from side to side, trying to escape. “Someone’s going to see.”
My other hand moves down between our legs. I’m so hard I could explode, and as I slip my fingers down the front of her workout shorts, I know what I’ll find.
Her pussy, dripping wet.
And god, I’m right.
I run my fingers up and down her lips, spreading them wide.
“Tell me to stop then,” I whisper as I kiss her neck. “Go ahead, agapi mou. Tell me you don’t want me to sink my fingers in nice and deep and fuck you with them until you come. Say the words and I’ll stop, but you’re not going to, are you? You’re a messy girl for me, agapi mou. You’re slick with sweat and lust and you want me to grip your hips, spread your legs, and fuck you raw and deep until you scream.”
“Peter,” she gasps, but she doesn’t say it. She doesn’t tell me to stop.
“That’s what I thought.” I roll my fingers along her clit before pushing them deep inside of her, curling my tips up along the roof her pussy looking for that beautiful little spot, the lovely fleshy bit that makes her toes curl and her brain go blind with pleasure.
When I feel it, I stroke it nice and slow, and she twitches with ecstasy.
“Fuck, Peter,” she whispers, moaning, gasping, controlled beneath me, dominated by me. “Ahh, ah, ah, ah, fuck,” she pants. “At least kiss me, you fucking bastard.”
“And let you bite me again?” I lean down, staring into her eyes. “Go to hell.” I stroke her faster. Her hips move, grinding against my palm. I release her hands and they instantly go to my back, her fingers digging into my skin.
“Fuck,” she pants. “Oh, fucking fuck, you fucking prick, you absolute fucking bastard, you do this on purpose. You drive me fucking crazy on purpose. You’re a monster, you know that?”
“Goddamn right I do. I tease your body and push your limits because there’s nothing I love more in the world than seeing you come.”
“Shit,” she says, back arching, her beautiful breasts shaking with every heaving breath. “All I wanted to do was punch you in the mouth.”
“And now you’re going to come under my fingers. Isn’t that better?”
“Ah, ah, ahhhhh, that’s debatable, fuck,” she says as her grip tightens and her body heaves. I feel her pussy clench down as the orgasm rips through her and her face is heavenly, like a fucking angel singing with a thousand voices, and she tries her best to be quiet but my lovely little Adrienne is never quiet when she comes. I bury the sound with my mouth and kiss her, and instead she moans between my lips, and fuck, I love her taste, fuck, I love her pussy, and god damn, I love her perfect little body.
When she’s done, I slide my fingers back out and make her lick them clean.
“You’re a real piece of shit,” she whispers, smiling that dizzy, drunken post-orgasm smile. “You know that?” She sucks my middle finger all the way down and back, lips thick and lovely, eyes locked on mine.
“I’m aware, but what’s that say about you?” I lovingly adjust her sports bra and pull it back down over her breasts, covering her again.
“It says I have bad taste in men.” She licks my other finger and grins. “But I also have a nice tasting pussy.”
A dark pang of desire hits me, hearing those words. I growl and kiss her because otherwise I’m going to hold her down and fuck her right here beneath this tree.