Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
His eyes, slowly traveling down my body, sent goose bumps all over me even though there was no chill in the air. Turning, I walked to the bike and did as he’d said, then glanced back at him over my shoulder.
The possessive expression reminded me of a predator who had found their prey.
“Fuck, that looks good,” he murmured and closed the space between us as his gaze stayed locked on my back. “I wanna fuck you hard, Angel Face.”
I let out a shaky breath, not sure what that meant. I thought we had fucked hard already. But I nodded.
“Okay.” My voice sounded breathy.
His hand drew back, and a loud smack made me yelp as his hand connected with my right butt cheek.
“Jesus, that’s beautiful.”
The pleasure in his tone turned the sting into a jolt of pleasure between my legs. My entire body trembled while his fingers brushed the tender skin.
“My handprint on your perfect skin.”
A whimper escaped my lips, and his eyes snapped up to meet mine.
He tilted his head as a sinister glint appeared in his eyes. “You ready for my cock?”
“Yes,” I replied, sounding as needy as I felt.
He reached up and grabbed my hair, then fisted it in his hand, pulling my head back slightly with a tug. “Have you ever been taken rough, baby?” he asked me as his swollen, thick head pressed against my entrance.
I wasn’t sure I had. Not what he meant at least. Because I’d only had sex with him and Eamon, and…well, sex with Eamon had never been rough.
“I don’t think so.” My voice was just above a whisper.
“Good,” he replied, sounding pleased.
He slipped a hand between my legs, and I cried out as his finger brushed over my clit.
“That’s a soaking wet pussy,” he said as he continued to play with it. “My cock is gonna slip in easy.”
I bit down on my bottom lip as anticipation rippled through me. I was so close to coming by this alone that if he kept talking, I was sure that I would.
Closing my eyes as he pulled my head back further, I held my breath. His fingers dug into my hip just before he thrust into me. I had to grab on to the seat to keep from going forward from the impact.
“Rome!” I screamed out his name, finally filled with him.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “Take my cock and squeeze it.”
I was already there, about to hit a powerful climax.
“Rome,” I panted, listening to the slapping of our bodies as he pulled back and then slammed into me.
“That’s my cunt, the only fucking cunt I want. Yeah, fuck.” He rasped out the words.
He let go of my hip, and his hand slid under the leather to press against my bare back. His piercing was hitting its mark with an almost-brutal force, but I seemed to crave it because I was spiraling close to bliss.
“Mine,” he said, and that was all it took.
I heard my voice crying out his name as my body shook and ecstasy consumed me.
“Mine! Mine!” he shouted. “Fuck, baby! That’s it! FUCK! Oh goddamn, yeah. Squirt on my dick. AH FUCK!”
My head fell forward as he released my hair, and his arm wrapped around me, bringing my back against his chest as his body shuddered. I moaned as his release flooded deep inside me. One of his hands grabbed my breast and squeezed.
We stood there, breathing heavily. Sated. Owned.
“That was so much better than my imagination,” he muttered close to my ear, causing me to giggle. He nuzzled closer and groaned, “Did I hurt you?”
I started to shake my head and stopped. “I’m not sure yet. How bad of a mark did you leave on my butt?” I asked, smiling.
His hand covered the sensitive spot. “It’s not bad. At least not as bad as what I want to do to it.” He brushed my hair back over my shoulder and placed a kiss on my neck. “I was asking about your pussy. Did I break it?”
I shook my head. “No, but I’m pretty sure they don’t break.”
“Mmm,” was his only response.
I arched my neck as he continued to kiss me and fondle my breasts.
“You keep this up, and I’m going to be ready for another round.”
“Good. That’s the idea,” he replied, then gently bit the curve of my neck.
“We could go back to the club and continue this in your room,” I suggested.
“I’d rather have you here. Away from everyone else. In the spot where we’re gonna build our house. As soon as you tell me what house you want.”
I stilled, then turned my head to meet his eyes.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Don’t look so surprised, Angel Face. It’s always been you. I bought the land, but never built on it because I’d lost the only woman I wanted to build a house with. But you’re here now. You’re mine. We’re too old to waste time. I’m ready to have the life we missed out on.”