Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Don’t tease me.”
“I would never,” I tell him and fist his cock in my hand, pumping it a few times before I slide down his perfectly thick cock. “Oh fuck.” My head falls in pleasure as I take a moment to let his thick cock stretch me out while I pulse around him.
“Willow.” His hands grip my hips, and he thrusts up into me over and over again. Taking control.
“Joaquin,” I purr and clench my muscles around him. “This is my ride.”
He wiggles his brows and licks his lips. “Then ride it. Ride my cock like you own it.”
I plant my palms on his chest and ride his cock like I’m a cowgirl stealing her pleasure. My cunt squeezes around him, and I can feel his cock growing harder inside of me. It feels incredible.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” I growl and grind down to take him as deep as I can. “Fuck!”
“Shit, babe.” His fingertips dig into my hips, and he’s pumping up, fucking me from below, and my head falls back again, taking in all the pleasure he’s fucking into me.
I ride him harder and faster as my orgasm wells up inside of me, his palms teasing my nipples. It’s only intensifying the pleasure, prolonging the orgasm I feel rising up within me.
“Yes!” I feel wild and out of control, and I’m not sure if my orgasm will ever come, so I keep grinding and riding with everything I have, even as my thighs start to quiver from exhaustion until that telltale tingle begins.
“Oh fuck,” he says. “I can feel your pussy squeezing me, milking me. Come for me, Willow.”
I’m just about to tell him that I’m the boss here, but he pinches my nipples so hard I feel it jolt down my spine, and it knocks loose my orgasm.
“Oh fuck!” Those two words take several long seconds to leave me as my body shakes violently.
“Shit, babe, just like that. Oh, fuck.” He’s gripping me hard, keeping me in place while his cock pounds into me, my pussy milking him dry.
“Willow!” he squeals. His body quakes, and I can hear his toes curl behind me as a loud roar escapes, and my name rides the wave out.
Joaquin melts into the mattress with one final powerful jerk, and I collapse on top of him.
We fall asleep instantly but sometime later, I wake up with a boner pressed against my back, and I arch to take him for a lazy, sleepy fuck that puts us both back to sleep.
Four in the morning comes too soon, yet I find myself smiling as I shower, dress, and head to For Goodness Cakes.
Chapter Fourteen
Joaquin
“You’re awful quiet,” Lucky says when he catches me staring into space. “What’s on your mind, man?”
I shrug. “Nothing. Everything.”
Lucky laughs. “Willow?”
I quirk an eyebrow in his direction. “That obvious?”
“Just because she only has eyes for you. She’s not one of those any biker will do kind of chicks. Ya know?”
I nod. That’s the other problem, I know she wants me as bad as I want her, and despite my best efforts, I keep opening up to her. Keep telling her shit that women in my life don’t get to know. And that’s mostly because I don’t keep women in my life.
I give him a noncommittal shrug. “She’s hot, and she’s fun.”
But I can tell I’m not fooling anyone. Lucky keeps poking the bear. “She’s more than that,” he insists. “But if you want to be a dumbass and let her slip through your fingers, I’m sure someone else will scoop her up real quick.”
“Real quick,” Diesel grunts under his breath.
“Hey,” I shout with a laugh. “Who the fuck asked you?”
“Nobody, but I got eyes, don’t I?”
I don’t like the feeling in my gut at the thought of Willow being scooped up by anybody but me. Truth be told, I don’t even want these fuckers looking at her. She’s mine, and that doesn’t change just because I have no fucking clue what to do with her yet.
Now isn’t the time to be thinking about making anyone my ol’ lady, not in the middle of a war with a psychopath who gets off on torturing women. “Now isn’t the time.”
Lucky laughs. “I know there will never be a good time for a woman like that. You could be dead tomorrow, and you’ll have only had what, a week with her?”
That stings, but it doesn’t answer any questions. Now I’m in a stare-down with Lucky. “And how will that change anything?” I say a little more defensive than I mean.
Lucky doesn’t take my act seriously. He just smiles over at his brother. “Can you believe this guy got patched before me when he’s braindead?”
He laughs at my expense, and I’m not even pissed because I really want the fucking answer.
“Listen, Joaquin, right now she’s a fuck buddy because you haven’t said or done anything to make her yours, right?”