Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
He remains silent behind me, and I can see his knuckles turning white from how tightly he grips the doorframe. How typical to ask Ford for something more, and he freezes up. I build the courage again to leave, but then he says, “Like what?”
My heart falters. The first thing that comes to mind is small and sounds childish when I say it, yet for some reason, it means so much. “I don’t know. Like texting me more or something.”
It’s so minor, so juvenile, and yet I want it. I need something more than this situation where we come and go as we please. I hold my breath, my body buzzing with the tension rippling around us. I wait for his rejection or for him to reiterate that we’re nothing more than fuck buddies. The moment he says it, I’m out the door.
“Okay,” he says.
I’m startled, my breath releasing in a rush because I wasn’t expecting that response at all. My heart fills with what feels like victory, and it’s so stupid. Irrational. And yet, my body acts of its own accord, reaching behind me. I come into contact with his leg, and my hand slides up until I reach his belt. But this angle is too awkward. He hurries to assist, unbuckling it for me, his movements desperate as he frees his cock. We’re breathing heavily, our hunger insatiable despite being together only a week ago.
My hand clasps his veiny cock, and I stroke to the tip, my thumb rolling over his piercing and enjoying the feel of the bar running under the head. I let out a soft moan as he presses himself into me impatiently, then reaches for my dress and starts lifting it.
“Fuck. No panties,” he growls, and I can sense the shift in him as he turns from man to beast. It fries my brain, making me feel desired. Makes me want to be claimed.
Before I can respond, he kicks my legs apart. And without warning, he adjusts himself to my height and then slams into me. I curse, trying to hold myself upright against the door as he rails me against it like a starved man. But, fuck, how I needed this.
I needed him.
Even against my better judgment, I need it like my next breath because it makes me feel alive.
He thrusts once, then twice, before he picks up a perfect rhythm. I try to be quiet, not wanting everyone to hear us. But then his hand slides between my legs, and he starts rubbing my clit. I grind against him with so much need that I can’t stop myself. I groan.
“See, Chaos, you want this.”
“I do,” I whisper, craving him more and more. I can’t manage this insatiable thirst. My eyes roll into the back of my head as his cock hits my sweet spot over and over again. I already feel the climb building, shocked at how quickly this man unravels me.
I love his cock. I love the way he drives into me. I feel so fucking full that I am afraid no man will ever make me feel this good again.
I don’t want any other man to make me feel this way.
He keeps thrusting, his hand on my hip as he pounds into me like a wild man, and I bite my hand, attempting to hold back the loud screams trying to rip from my throat.
“When he touches you next time, I want you to remember how it’s me who makes you come undone. That it’s my cock you crave.” Then he slaps my ass hard.
It’s not fair that Ford punishes me this way. That he leaves his imprint every time and has me craving more.
But, fuck me, I don’t know what’s right anymore as a haze overtakes my vision and rational thinking.
He slaps me again, no doubt leaving his handprint there. I yelp. The pain explodes and rips my orgasm from me. I see stars, and tears track down my face as I come.
Hard.
And everything else becomes irrelevant.
Once again, it’s only me and Ford.
CHAPTER 24
Ford
Ipull out of her, rubbing my cock through the mix of our cum, fixated on the sight and memorizing every inch of her. I grab a paper towel and hand it to her.
I feel the moment her anger returns, it’s a palpable tension around her. I can’t say I had the intention of fucking her senseless in here, especially with almost everyone we know being here, but it happens so quickly every time. I internally reprimand myself because I don’t want Billie to feel like I’m using her to sate my vices, but I can’t control myself around her. I tried to seem unfazed by Matthew and her speaking, but the moment she seemed amused by something he said, it stomped on my last fucking nerve. He’s lucky he’s not leaving in a body bag and the only reason I was able to refrain was because I promised her this would be a secret. If I killed the man talking to her, then it’d be pretty fucking obvious.