Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“No, and what about this?” He sank his fingers into her hair, gripping the strands and tilting her head back as he slammed his lips down on hers. She held on to his shoulders but she didn’t once try to push him away.
Her nails dug into his flesh, and he imagined she’d have drawn blood if it wasn’t for his t-shirt.
Wrapping her hair around his fist, he tightened his hold, moving her back so there was no escape from him or the gazebo. She cried out, and he plundered her mouth, tasting her.
Sliding a thigh between hers, he brought it up, rubbing against her core. Her teeth bit down on his lips and he pulled back, smiling. There were no cries for him to stop.
“It’s rather warm out here,” he said. Her nipples were rock-hard.
“Fuck you.”
“I think you want me to fuck you. I bet your cunt is dripping for me. Tell me, Daphne, how many men have you taken? How many cocks have been inside this pussy?”
“You’re disgusting.”
“And you want me.” He slid his hand down, pressing against her pulse before cupping one of her large tits.
She started to moan but suddenly stopped as she bit her lip.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Try to hide what I do to you. I know the truth and this body wants me.”
“You’re insane, Dean. There’s no way I could ever want you.”
“Oh, but I think you do.”
“Why? You’ve always thought that ever since I saw that cheerleader giving you head in the girls’ bathroom.”
He smiled. “I remember very well. She was going to yell at you, but I made sure her mouth was stuffed with cock. I didn’t care that it was her lips on my dick or her throat that swallowed my cum. I thought about you the entire time. I imagined it was you pulling me into that fucking bathroom. Your hands getting my cock out and your lips wrapped right around it.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip. So tempting. “You’d have swallowed me, wouldn’t you?”
He moved down to wrap his fingers around her neck, gripping a little tighter. “I’d be able to feel you swallowing my cum right here. I bet you’d love it. I’d lick your cunt until you came all over my face. If you want to know what I’ve been thinking about for the last twelve years, then it’s quite simple. I’ve been thinking about you. All you.”
She shoved him away hard.
He could have quite easily kept her trapped, but he knew she needed to get away. He’d bombarded her senses enough for today and being a master at this game meant knowing when to back down.
“I haven’t thought about you, Eric, or Micah once. I don’t want you here, and if you had any mercy at all, you’d leave me in peace. You had your fun years ago.” She ran back toward the house.
Damn.
That hadn’t gone exactly as he’d planned. If he’d touched her pussy, he would’ve gotten an answer to his question. For now, he was just going to have to be happy with what he did actually get, and that was a taste of her beautiful, full, ripe lips.
Soon, he’d have her in his bed.
He wasn’t chasing Daphne for the win against his friends. He wanted her, plain and fucking simple.
Walking back to the main house, he saw Micah on the patio, staring back at him. She’d run from two of them. Now it was up to Eric to see if he could make her fold. He hoped she made him suffer just as the same. Smiling to himself, he whistled all the way back to the main reception.
He loved his friends like brothers, but there was no fucking way he was sleeping in the same room as them.
****
This could not be happening to her.
Daphne made her way back into her home, going straight to her own quarters of the house. She never lived in a separate part of the house, preferring to be here whenever guests needed her. Before her grandma died, she’d watched her do the exact same thing. A thriving business needed constant love and attention.
Now, as she sat on the floral sofa her grandma had picked out nearly twenty years ago, she had to wonder if she’d made the right decision.
Her body was on fire. She pressed her thighs together and felt an answering heat between them. Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about Dean or how his touch had awakened her.
He was a fucking bully.
Mean.
Strange.
Yet, she couldn’t deny the answering heat rushing through her body at his mere touch.
It was insane. Covering her face with her hands, she shook her head. There had to be something she could do to stop feeling this way.
Licking her lips, she leaned back, sliding her hand down her body, grazing over her breast before settling on her stomach.