Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I don’t know where this is going, and I have no clue why I even started it, but I definitely don’t want it to stop.
“Beat? Fucking please. You’re walking around today like you want me to grab you by the hair and fuck you until you’re a mindless little puddle under my hands.”
“And yet you were so distracted staring at my tits and thinking about my pierced nipple that you didn’t feel it when I stole from you.” I snap at his lips, grinning, feeling glorious and victorious. “You think you’re so big and strong, but all I had to do was wear skimpy shorts and a crop top, and suddenly you’re begging for it.”
He stares at me, jaw working—
And then he grins huge.
This should be my moment. He should be thinking about how I kicked his ass with nothing more than my looks and my head. Instead, he’s smiling like he’s the one with the prize.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, frustrated now. This isn’t how I wanted this to go. He should be pissy and annoyed.
“You think you won something?” he asks. “Baby, this is what I fucking wanted all along. You can steal whatever you want, so long as you end up underneath me.”
I gasp as he buries my mouth with his. I’m completely taken and at his mercy, and I realize my mistake.
This wasn’t about winning or losing. He wasn’t chasing me because he’s got some meeting.
The keys aren’t the prize.
The prize is me.
I gasp into his kiss, and for one brief panicked second, I think about calling this off. I made an impulsive, stupid mistake.
But way too late. I’m kissing him back, and now he’s right. Screw the chase, screw the steal, screw the tease.
This is what I need.
The kiss turns deep and desperate. All the built-up tension between us seems to come rushing out. Yesterday should’ve defused some of it, but that orgasm only made it ten times worse. He grabs my hair, releasing my wrists, but I keep my hands above my head as he devours me and shoves my top up, hand teasing my breasts. His mouth moves down my neck and kisses my pierced nipple, and pleasure bursts through my sensitive skin.
“Oh, shit,” I moan, arching into him.
“That’s right, baby, now you know how badly you fucked up,” he says, licking my tits, one hand squeezing them together as the other rips down my shorts. He pulls them all the way off this time. “I chased you. I caught you. And now I’m going to have you.”
Holy shit.
I grind into him, breathing hard. He rears back and rips off his jacket. I sit up, kissing him, and start unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers fumble and are awkward, but I manage to get it halfway done before he finally just rips it off. I stare at his bare chest, at the vicious and scary tattoos on his skin, as he lightly grips my hair with his fist.
“You should know something about me,” he whispers, crushing my mouth with his for a blistering moment. My hands press against his muscular chest, and I feel his heart hammering as hard as mine. “When I get something in my head, I can’t let it go. I’m obsessive, little thief, and right now I’m obsessing over you.”
Oh, God. He crushes me with another kiss, and I feel myself getting lost in it. Then he shoves me roughly back onto the bed and drops down between my legs, kissing my thighs, taking his time as he gets closer and closer to my aching core.
I run my fingers through his hair with one hand and grip my pierced breast with the other. His mouth finds my pussy, tongue spreading me wide, licking up and down before he buries it with his mouth. I moan as pleasure sparks in my core, arching my back, squeezing my breast, and rubbing my pierced nipple. It’s so much stimulation I feel like I might burst, but I just want more.
His fingers slide inside me, giving me what I need as his mouth and tongue lap and suck my clit.
Oh my God, he’s so good at that.
I’m grinding into his face, stupid with pleasure, not caring if I’m making the filthiest noises of my life. He seems to like it, though; he sucks and slurps my pussy before moving back up again and kisses me hard.
“Taste yourself on my lips,” he whispers, grabbing my hair. “Lick me, you bad fucking girl.”
I lick his teeth and tongue. I gasp as he pulls back and starts to take off his pants. I help him, clutching at his belt, wrenching it off, ripping down his zipper.
He moves back and stands at the end of the bed. I sit up, breathing hard and staring. His keys are still in my hand.