Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
But even now, she can’t let go of this fake defiance. “Tell me exactly how I was showing myself off when I’m wearing a sweatshirt that covers half my body.” It doesn’t matter that her chin trembles when she lifts it. She lifts it in the first place, which is enough of a problem. I have let things go too far. “Tell me. What was I doing wrong? I wouldn’t want to do it again.”
“Keep it up,” I warn, leaning in close enough that I can see her pulse fluttering in her neck. “See how far it gets you?”
This isn’t enough. Having her this close, watching fear darken her brown eyes until they’re almost black. All it does is make me want more of her fear. I need her trembling. I crave the satisfaction of her submission once she understands she can’t fight me.
“You know what?” Reaching down, I take hold of my dick through my swim shorts. I’m thickening, twitching a little more with every flutter in her throat. “I’m feeling a little stressed. I need you to help me relax.”
Her face was flushed, but now the color drains from it, which only adds fuel to the fire. “You know what always relaxes me?” Taking a step back, I look down at myself—stiffer by the second, looking for something warm and wet. “And you did so good the last time. Get on your knees.”
“I don’t want to,” she whispers, folding her arms and trembling.
“Remind me when I asked whether you want to or not. Get on your fucking knees, or everybody is gonna have a lot to say about your photo shoot when we go back to school tomorrow.”
“You’re disgusting,” she spits out, teeth bared. “What was that all about yesterday, trying to be friends? Why do that if you’re going to treat me this way today?”
You ruined it first. I almost have to bite off my tongue to keep from throwing that in her face. She can’t know how she offended me. I can’t act like some whiny little bitch.
She hisses in what sounds like pain when I use my free hand to take her by the back of the neck and force her down until she gets on her knees with a grunt. “That’s right. Show me your attitude,” I mutter, reaching into my shorts to pull my dick free. “Give me more of a reason to fuck your face.”
The thought of that brings me the closest thing to peace I have felt in days, and it’s what makes me run my swollen head over her mouth once I’m out of my shorts. She can try all she wants to turn away, but it’s no use.
All it takes is a little extra pressure on her neck to remind her how pointless it is to fight. She finally opens her mouth and as soon as her lips are parted, I shove my way inside.
I don’t know what’s better: the warmth all around me or her miserable groan when I hit the back of her throat. Maybe it’s a blend of both. My eyes close slowly as I adjust to the sensation, buried deep. “Fuck, that’s good,” I whisper, and her disgusted grunt makes me smile to myself before I pull back a few inches, then drive myself forward again with no warning. She finds my thighs with both hands and slaps at them, but that’s easy to ignore, especially when it feels so damn good to use her.
“I’m glad I found something you’re good for,” I mutter before hunger takes over. I’m not interested in taking it slow, drawing out the experience. Fuck that.
Her choked whimper is music to my ears. I want more of it. That’s what makes me take her head in my hands and hold it still so I can pummel her with deep, hard strokes that make her gag and groan pitifully. When I look down and find her face going red, eyes watering, it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Her misery is exquisite. And I want more. So much more.
“This is what you were looking for?” My hips move fast, invading her again and again, and now her fingers curl into claws, which she drags over my legs like that’s going to do anything to stop me. If her high-pitched whimpers don’t do it, why would a few scratches?
“Take it,” I grunt between ragged breaths. “This is what you wanted. Walking around here. Making sure you’re noticed. This is what you get.”
I drive deep, staying buried, with her nose pressed against the base of my cock. Now she’s shrieking with her mouth full, almost slicing me open with those nails, but I savor the feeling of being completely wrapped in heat and in charge of whether she breathes or passes out.