Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
He was very quiet as my hands roamed his muscular arms, as I kissed every scarred inch of him. He looked like his body was dipped in gold, and still, he had no idea how beautiful he was. I had a feeling Row didn’t know how to accept love. He only knew how to give it to Dylan and Zeta. When I was done, I pressed my forehead between his shoulder blades and rasped, “You can turn back now.” He did, his eyes molten, burning with something I recognized because he kindled it in me too.
“I want us to fuck,” I admitted, somehow full of confidence and resolute. “I don’t want it to be sweet and soft. I want it to be frantic and all-consuming.”
He said nothing, giving me a moment to change my mind. I wasn’t going to. I knew what I wanted. “I’m clean.” I arched back, my center pressed against his erection.
“Yeah? Well, I’m about to dirty you up.”
He grabbed me by the waist, flipped me around, and pushed me against his cooking station. Bending me over the surface by holding the nape of my neck, he flipped my dress up and ran his hand between my legs. “Palms against the butcher block, Dot.”
I complied without question.
Row reached to move a hand over my glistening center. “Look at that delicious pussy.” He fisted his cock, running the tip in circles around the tender, swollen lips. “Begging to be fucked.”
I pressed my forehead to the surface, unsure how much more teasing I could take. “Row, please.”
“Close your legs for me.” He caught my waist from behind, kissing my neck and running the fat crown of his cock up and down my slit. It was damp with warm precum. “Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m clean too?”
I would, if I were able to form one coherent thought. I pressed my thighs together, choking out, “Are you?”
His nose disappeared in my hair, and he slid halfway into me from behind. Already, I felt unbearably full, the combination of his size and my position with pressed thighs making him almost too much to handle. “Yeah. I’m clean.”
He drove into me all at once. And he was so much. Too much. I cried out, clawing my fingernails on the counter. “Ahhhh.”
“Very eloquent, baby.” He bent his knees to accommodate my height when he pressed into me again, pushing to the hilt this time. He was so big, his tip probably tickled my kidneys. He covered my palms on the counter, lacing his fingers in mine, and a dangerous zing of heat ripped through me.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, beginning to thrust inside me. The walls of my pussy resisted his size, his width, but he still pushed through. Through his roughness, I learned my ability to endure.
“That’s exactly what I said when I tried to squeeze into my high school jeans this morning.” My head lolled in elation.
“So sassy.” He gave the back of my shoulder a tender bite. “Your smart mouth always made me make stupid mistakes, Dot.”
I grunted each time he drove inside me, the position making my hip bones dig into the hard surface. Each time they ground against the butcher block, I hissed out as my skin chafed. We were acting out his fantasy, and more than I was delirious with joy about getting fucked, being full, I enjoyed that he’d finally gotten his wish.
“Poor little Dot. Here. Let me help.” He grabbed me by the hip bones, sliding me up the surface so I was flung over it, feet in the air. There was something about that angle that made it so much filthier and wilder and hotter. Like I was a ragged, inflatable doll he’d haphazardly tossed on a piece of furniture so he could plow into it.
The friction was insane.
His cock swelled and grew even more inside me.
The orgasm ripping through me threatened to ignite me.
“Fuck, Dot. Gonna come now.”
“I’m close too.”
We both fell apart together, groaning and gasping, my nerve endings on fire. He rolled off me, his breath tickling my neck when he gently turned me back around to face him.
“Hey.” He kissed the tip of my nose, a shy smile gracing his lips.
“Hi,” I said breathlessly, still amazed I had been a part of that intense, sexy, brazen scene.
“Social anxiety level?” He tilted his chin down.
“Minus thirty.”
“That’s my girl.”
That’s my girl.
That’s my girl.
That’s my girl.
But his girl currently had a huge problem on her hands.
Because this didn’t feel temporary.
It felt like forever.
ROW
oBITCHuary: Good night.
McMonster: Turn around and tell me this. You are right here, silly.
oBITCHuary: I still want to say good night here.
McMonster: Why?
oBITCHuary: Because I’m not ready to let McMonster go.
McMonster: I’m still me.
oBITCHuary: Yeah. But when we say goodbye, Row will leave. But McMonster? He might stay.
ROW
The next morning, Tate Blackthorn was standing at my doorstep, holding a Starbucks coffee and an iPhone I was pretty sure wasn’t out on the market yet. I slammed the door in his face, but he slid his foot in the gap of the doorframe just in time.