Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
The denim of his jeans is rough around my legs. I try not to enjoy the warmth of his hips and stomach against me. “Getting warmer, little flower. I want to see it all.”
I beg him with my eyes because the words are lodged in my throat. Please. Don’t make me do this. He levels me with the same blank, heated stare. He doesn’t care, and he’s not going to cut me any slack.
If I want that twenty-five thousand, he’s going to make me earn every single penny.
My hands shake as I grab the edge of my panties. Every muscle in my body freezes. I can’t do it. Fuck, I thought I could, but I can’t.
“Need some help?” he asks. His voice is deep, dark, and I know he’s more affected than he’s letting on.
I remain quiet, and that must be all the answer he needs as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pocket knife.
Instantly, I stumble back, watching cautiously as he flicks it open. “Easy, wallflower.”
He slides the cold blade under the edge of my panties and gives a sharp jerk. They slip free down my legs, and I kick them off over my shoes.
“That’s more like it.” He leans back enough so he can look down at my body. “Oh, little flower, you are far more delicious than your wardrobe suggests.”
I wince. “Don’t spare my feelings. Please. You might not realize it, but I don’t dress myself for anyone.”
“Hmm...we’ll see about that.” He releases me and steps back. “Well, get on with it.”
I lift my chin and watch his face carefully. “Get on with what?”
“You want that money, you’ll have to fucking earn it.” He presses one heavy hand onto my shoulder and pushes me down slowly to my knees. I stumble and fall onto my small pile of clothes.
“I...what do you want me to do?”
He cocks his head and crouches down in front of me. “Was it not obvious?”
I’m not about to elaborate on my lack of sexual experience. I can assume what he wants, but I’m not entirely sure. I can’t let him know that.
“Tell me, please…” I hate how small and shaky my voice sounds.
He stands again and stares down at me, his gaze flat and cold. “Unzip my pants. Pull out my cock and wrap that sassy little mouth around it. It’s as easy as that.”
“Is that all you want?” I mock him.
He gives me a cold, cruel smile. “It’s the first thing I want.”
With shaking fingers, I open the button on his jeans and slide down his zipper. He’s been hard since the first time he caught me. My hand brushes the length of him behind the fabric. He feels huge, impossibly large. I’ve never given a blow job in my life, and now he expects me to do it on my knees, here, now, in the middle of the woods? Talk about a first-time experience…
“Suck it,” he orders. There’s a hard edge to his voice. “Now. Show me how much you want it.”
I swallow hard and pull his length out of the fly. He’s as large as he felt, his shaft long, and the swollen head thick. I wrap my hand around him, and some part of me registers how much I appreciate the warmth of his body. My hands shake as I give him one experimental pump with my palm.
My entire body quakes as I kneel on my ravaged knees. This man terrifies me, and I know this isn’t all he’ll want. Not for twenty-five thousand. Not after all the taunting and torture he’s subjected me to.
I swallow hard and shuffle forward. He seems to realize I’m having trouble and closes the distance. His dick bobs closer to my mouth, practically kissing my lips.
Adrenaline and cold fear start to settle deep in my belly.
What the hell am I doing right now? Who the fuck is this asshole to force this on me?
As I kneel there with my hand wrapped around his cock, I realize I’ve never hated anyone in my life except my asshole father who abandoned us when I was a baby. A man I’ve never met. Never hated anyone else...
Not until right now.
I stare up at him and the hungry, cruel look in his eyes. He’s enjoying this. Every bit of my struggle turns him on, heightening his pleasure. I slide my hand down his length again, sucking up the warmth. It’s all I can get right now, and I have a feeling shit is about to get so much worse. I can’t let him win. At least not without a real fight.
With a sigh, I lean forward and twist my hand hard around his cock.
“Fuck!”
The second he doubles over, I grab my dress and run.
I’ve either made the biggest mistake of my life or he’ll take the hint and leave me the hell alone.