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)
“That’s such a good girl,” he whispers and gently pulls back. He pushes me down onto the bed, face against the comforter, ass in the air. I look back as he takes off his pants and strokes his thick cock. “Look at your pink little pussy. It’s dripping down your thighs, baby. You’re so fucking filthy and beautiful. You have no idea how much I want you.”
“Show me,” I beg, wiggling my ass for him. “Fuck me. Fill me. You’re making me impatient.”
“God, you look so good when you beg, my little dirty girl.” He strokes himself faster, his eyes like liquid desire. “Tell me you want it.”
“Please,” I moan. “Fuck me, Alexan. I want it. I want you.”
That gets him. He grabs my hips roughly and sinks himself inside of me. I bliss out for a second as he stretches and fills me to the brim, the ache of his big dick like the sweetest drug.
I arch back and lift up. He kisses me over my shoulder.
“Pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, stroking slowly in and out. “And so fucking wet.”
“You like it when I get wet for you,” I say, breathing hard.
“And now you have a dirty fucking mouth too.” He buries fingers between my lips as he fucks me. “Suck those and let me fuck you.”
I moan and give myself over to him. Alexan fills me again and again as he falls into a rhythm. His body is big and perfect, his athletic muscles tightening and flexing, and I’m amazed at how good he looks. It’s like the man was made to fuck me. He was built to make me submit. He was born to ruin my body and fry my brain.
And I love every second of it.
“That’s my girl,” he moans, wrapping his fist in my hair. He pumps harder, stroking again and again, making that perfect wet slapping noise as his hips bang against my bare and aching ass. He’s right, I’m definitely going to have bruises. “I dream about this. I’d kill for this. I don’t care how many men I have to bury, I’m not going to lose you. You’re mine now, Riley, you’re my wife, my fucking woman. You’re mine and I’m entirely yours. I own you, and you own me. I’m pathetic for you, baby. I’m a fucking mess for you. And I want to feel your warmth as you come for me. I need you to come for me, baby, please come for me, you dirty fucking girl, please.”
As he talks, the orgasm builds and builds, until that last please finally rips me to shreds. I unravel, all my threads twisting and spinning in the air, and I come so hard I see black spots. He speeds up, plunging deeper and deeper, until he stiffens and moans in my ear, his orgasm mixing with mine.
I collapse on the bed, breathing hard. He pulls me against him, big arms wrapped around my body. We stay like that together, trying to gather ourselves back together, but it’s like building my body out of clouds. I just keep drifting apart.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, and it’s his voice that finally does it. I blink a few times, coming together. “Good fucking girl, Riley. Such a good girl.”
I kiss him lightly and bury my face in his chest.
And I start sobbing.
I don’t even know why it happens. He seems as bewildered as I feel as he strokes my hair and tells me everything will be okay. Maybe the spanking softened me up or that orgasm finally broke me, but whatever it was, I just keep crying, my body racked as all my stress and sadness pours out.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s not you,” I finally manage to say.
“I hoped not. What’s wrong, baby?”
“Everything. I don’t know. I’m just so stupid.”
“Tell me.”
And so I do. I tell him about visiting my brother, about the trouble he’s in, about how helpless I feel to do anything to stop it. He listens, stroking my hair, and kisses me a few times until finally the tears begin to slow down.
“I didn’t mean to ruin the sex,” I say, wiping my face with my hands. “God, what a mess.”
“You didn’t ruin anything. I’m glad you shared all that with me.”
“Brenden’s not your problem. We’ve got enough going on, right?”
“I can help him if you let me.”
“No, Alexan, please, I can’t ask you to do that.”
“I want to.” He kisses me softly and brushes a thumb under each of my eyes. “You’re my family now.”
“That doesn’t mean my brother’s cartel problems are your problems too.”
He shrugs slightly. “But what if it does? He’s my brother-in-law. We don’t know each other, but that shouldn’t matter. Family is family.”
“Alexan, just stop, okay? I appreciate the offer, but you’ll only make me upset again. There’s nothing we can do for him.”