Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
The way she screams my name, moans, and gasps are my favorite sounds of all time. I grip her ass as I fuck her wildly with abandon, pouring all my anger and the magnitude of what I feel for her into my thrusts.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, throwing my head back when she starts to squeeze me. “You feel so fucking good on my cock. So perfect.”
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna…”
I lower my head in time to watch her fall apart. The way the rush of her orgasm drenches my cock makes it hard not to come right along with her, but I want this to last. I need to be inside her a little longer. Something about her taps into a primal part of me I never knew existed. I constantly have the urge to mark my territory and remind her and myself that she’s mine and no one else’s. I slam into her harder and faster, my stomach tightening with the feel of her.
“Finn,” she says hoarsely, squeezing me as she starts to come again. “Oh my God. Finneas!”
My orgasm climbs higher and I try to hold back, but it’s impossible with my name on her lips and her pussy squeezing me like a vice grip. I thrust harder, knocking down a frame on the wall. It gives me pause for only half a second, and then I’m coming.
“Fuck, Josslyn!” I throw my head back, panting as I slow my thrusts.
Her legs are shaking, her breaths coming out in spurts as she rests her head on the wall. I lean in and suck her exposed neck, then push her up a little until her breasts are in front of my mouth. I lick her nipples again and Josslyn shivers. She sinks her fingers into my hair and lifts my face slightly. We hold eye contact for what feels like an eternity. I see so many emotions that reflect mine in her beautiful brown eyes. I slip out of her slowly, but keep her hoisted against the wall as I lean in and kiss her softly. When I pull away, I set my forehead against hers.
“You own me, Josslyn. I don’t think you realize it, but you fucking own me,” I say as I take a breath.
She smiles, the first real smile I’ve seen from her in days, and kisses me as I lift her and start walking to the bathroom. After we shower, we lay in silence for a while.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Leo,” she says quietly, her voice breaking when she adds, “When I saw Tate’s name on the paper … You don’t think Tate … I mean, Tate wouldn’t…”
She starts crying before she can finish her sentence. I pull her closer and shut my eyes, breathing out slowly. Tate might be an asshole, but he’s not capable of doing something like this. Not committing murder or leaving my sister there, assuming he was there with her. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know something. It definitely doesn’t mean I don’t want to fucking kill him. He’s fucked up too many times for me to ignore this slight. It’s not only that he was sleeping with my sister, but he hurt Josslyn and I can’t—won’t—stand for that.
All this time, I had Tom following Titus and Josslyn for nothing. For a short time, Tate was on that list, but every time I saw a picture of him, my blood pressure began to rise, so I stopped. I couldn’t stand to see his smiles or know he was going to see Josslyn. Knowing he had her—period. I should’ve known then that my visceral reaction to anything Josslyn-related was more than just a need to fuck her once.
She sits up and covers her face with her hands. “I missed practice.”
“You don’t need to worry about that right now,” I say, sitting up and cupping her face.
I can’t stand the glassiness in her eyes or the pain I know she’s feeling. For a moment, I feel like an asshole for not comforting her the moment I walked into the coffee shop, but when I found her on Tiago’s lap, I just reacted. And I know if I had to turn back time, I’d do it all over again. All of the self-restraint I’ve practiced my entire life goes out the window when it comes to her. I pull her into my arms and kiss the top of her head as she cries softly.
“I feel so stupid,” she whispers. “How could I be so blind?”
“You’re not stupid.”
She trusts too easily and is too good to undeserving people. Including me. I won’t point that out, though, because it wouldn’t make a difference. I’m not good enough for her, but I’m not letting her go. Besides, I’m trying to be better. Every day I make a conscious effort to be the man she deserves.