Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Yes, sir.
He reaches beneath my skirt, finding my thong and tearing the fabric clean off my body before gripping my hip and guiding me down over his massive cock. He fills me to the brim, and I immediately throw my head back as my walls stretch around him. It’s not like with Knight who allowed me a chance to adjust to his size. No, he just takes me, and fuck, I love it.
I cry out, groaning with undeniable pleasure as I grip his knees for balance. He reaches around me, his skilled fingers coming down over my clit, and as he rolls tight little circles, I start to ride him, rocking my hips as I work right to his delicious tip and dropping straight back down again.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my body responding to his touch so damn fast as that familiar coil already begins to tighten. I bounce on his cock, being his perfect little whore, taking him deep as my walls fall to pieces around him. My hips jolt with a fierce pleasure, and when his fingers capture my clit and gently pinch, hot bursts of electricity rip through my body.
I come apart, my pussy violently spasming around his thick cock, and as the intensity overwhelms me, he takes my hip to keep me moving, not allowing me to give up just yet. I ride out every second of it, and as his fingers keep tormenting my clit with his wicked pleasure, my high intensifies, pulsing through me.
I clench my eyes as I lose control of my body, every last inch of me either spasming or convulsing, my pussy gripping his cock as though it will never let go. “Squeeze me, kitten. Fucking squeeze me.”
His tone is raw and desperate, and as I keep rocking my hips, grinding and bouncing over him, he finally falls apart, coming hard as he grips my hips and shoots hot spurts of cum deep inside my greedy cunt.
His hips thrust beneath me, taking me deeper as he empties himself, and as I come down from my high, my body goes limp, barely able to hold myself up against his knees.
He pulls me against him, leaning me back against his massive chest as I take a moment to catch my breath, and as I do, his fingers lazily roll over my sensitive clit. “What a hungry little devil you are,” he murmurs in my ear. “You love riding my cock, don’t you?”
His words send shivers sailing down my spine as I bite down on my bottom lip. Did I love riding his cock? Every fucking second of it. So what the hell is wrong with me?
I nod, not really knowing how to respond to this man that doesn’t somehow break the rules of his deadly, twisted game, and I hear his soft laugh in my ear. “I’ll be coming back for more, my sweet kitten. Now that I know how tight your cunt can squeeze me, I won’t be letting you out of my sight.”
And with that, he lifts me off him and places me down in the booth beside him before getting to his feet. He turns to face me, that penetrating stare holding mine as he fixes his pants, and the way he watches me is almost like a challenge, daring me to try and make a break for it, but I won’t dare break the rules.
If I run, I die. And to be honest, I’m not sure I’m done playing his wicked little game either. He’s only just getting started, and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me next.
The music pumps around us, people laughing and squealing as they have the time of their lives, completely unaware of the world-shattering orgasm I just had in this booth.
He holds my stare just a moment longer when I hear Izzy rushing in. “Harper’s Bazaar!” she squeals, stealing my attention away. “Here you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Izzy crashes down beside me, barely taking notice of the terrifying man she just pushed past, and when I flick my gaze back up to meet his, he’s gone, not even a shadow of him left behind.
20
KNIGHT
Elias gazes at me with an uneasy stare as he lifts his glass of whiskey to his lips, sitting back in his ridiculous armchair, fitting right into the billionaire lifestyle. It suits him. Well, at first when he was still grateful for his achievements and success. Now he’s just arrogant, but he puts on one hell of a show being the powerful businessman by day and doting husband by night.
Truth be told, he’s a piece of shit, and it took me a really long time to figure it out, but now that I see it, it’s impossible to ignore. It’s mostly the reason why I keep my distance. That and his gold-digging wife. Fuck, she’s a punishment. I get why he keeps her around. She’s not bad on the eyes. She looks just like an older, pearl-clutching version of Harper, but . . . so much less. Plus, from what Elias says, she goes off in the sheets, not that I particularly want to know about that.