Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I needed to do this. Being inside this girl is the best I have felt in a long time. This is where I belong. This is where she belongs, with her sinful curves and her whimpering soft submission to a frightening man who invaded her home and claimed her wet little cunt with barely a question.
I come on her clit and rub it in with the head of my cock. Then the devil takes me and I slide my dick back inside her unprotected hole, knowing that I am still leaking potent seed.
“Yes,” I growl at her as she moans. “Yes, you take some cum every time you’re fucked. That’s the reward this tight pussy gets for taking a pounding.”
I pull out of her regretfully. I could stay here all night long using her.
I have another tie in my pocket. This one does not go into her mouth. This one goes around her eyes. I don’t want her to see me. I roll her onto her back, knowing that she’s going to be dripping cum onto the bed, and her sore butt is going to ache from contact with the mattress.
Good.
“You’re going to clean my cock,” I tell her, straddling her body, pressing the thick head of my cock against her mouth after removing the gag.
I slide my shaft between her lips and use her tongue to clean myself off. It’s an almost perfunctory motion, and it makes blood flow back into my dick. God, I love dominating this woman.
I could be done. I should be done. But her mouth brings me to full erection again, so I bend her over the edge of the bed and fuck her for a second time, rutting her pussy like an animal, holding her arms behind her back, ensuring that she takes every fucking stroke of my cock deep inside her.
Ella
I have never had sex like this before in my life. Not ever. Usually men thrust lazily for a few minutes and then shudder and come. Even when Teddy and I made love, it was sweeter and softer than this. This man has absolutely devoured me in every sense. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve climaxed, or how many times he’s fucked me. I’m pretty sure he came and then got hard again for a second time.
He has the sexual athleticism of a god, and I have never been so satisfied. He presses a kind kiss to my forehead as he slides out of bed, fixing his clothes to leave.
“Who are you?”
I reach out and touch him, gripping the edge of his coat. He gently disengages my fingers and tucks me into bed.
“It’s time to go back to bed, baby,” he says. “You don’t want to know who I am, not really.”
“Are you going to come back?”
He pauses, then chuckles.
“I’ll be near.”
He leaves me like that, awash in the chemical aftereffects of unbridled lust.
This is wrong. Of course it is. But I am no saint myself, and I felt no fear when he came to me, even if I perhaps should have. I feel warm, cared for, and oddly, safe. I fall asleep as I hear the front door of my apartment close.
Leo
It feels like my head is clear for the first time in weeks. The grief is still there, but the release I had with that curvy woman with her cute little tattoos and her rebellious attitude that melted whenever I applied firm pressure has reinvigorated me. Fucking Ella Chick was a tonic I intend to take more than once.
I decide to go back to the family home afterward. There has been tension in the ranks as a result of our collective inability to discover our brother’s killer. Luke, especially, has been careening off the rails at great speed.
I walk in the front door, and discover my eldest brother in the foyer, giving me an accusatory look.
“Where were you?”
Sometimes, Aiden’s questions make me think he should be standing there in a pink dressing gown and hair rollers when he asks them. What does he mean, demanding to know my location at all hours of the day and night? The man spent too many years mothering us, that’s the problem. He needs a break.
He also needs to go to bed.
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it matters. Why would I ask otherwise?”
I take a breath before this turns into a spat. “I mean, what did you need?”
“Luke’s been sick all over the place. I had to call the doctor. They took him to a facility.”
Ah, hell. Luke’s been in and out of those things a couple of times now, and every time Aiden acts like it’s his personal failing, as if he had just done things differently, he could keep Luke all stitched together. But that’s not how this works. This is not how any of this works.