Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Just take her.
Fuck her.
He needed her.
But he held himself back, wanting her to be soaking wet before he finally claimed her.
Charity gasped, and with her fingers still over her clit, he slid his fingers down toward her entrance, circling her opening. Then he pushed inside, filling her up with not just one finger, but a second, and he even added a third, trying to get her accustomed to the size of his cock.
He wasn’t boosting his own ego. Bad had a big cock and he knew how to use it.
Another couple of thrusts inside her, and he felt her orgasm. She soaked his fingers. His name spilled from her lips as she came hard.
He watched, unable to look away.
Now, it was his turn.
Chapter Three
Charity didn’t know if she should be embarrassed by how fast she was able to orgasm. One moment, she was building, and the next, over the edge.
Previous experience hadn’t gone well with the few boyfriends she had. One had called her a slut. That had ended their relationship. Another was just boring in the bedroom, but then, he’d also been older than her, and well, he had been her first, and that hadn’t exactly ended great either.
Staring up at Bad, she waited for the judgment, the cruelty.
Nothing came.
She watched him, but again, nothing.
Instead, he nudged her up the bed until she lay against her single pillow. She hated too many pillows on her bed, and now as Bad pressed his cock between her thighs, he bumped her clit.
Charity didn’t care about all the panic she had before. The pleasure at his hands was … out of this world.
He moved down her slit and then, his cock was poised at her entrance.
“Wait!” She held her hand up and then reached in her drawer for the condoms she always kept just in case. “You have to wear a condom.” She didn’t want to get pregnant.
Bad took the condom from her, tore into the packet, and then slowly slid it over his dick. He didn’t complain. There were no arguments. And then, he was back at her entrance. As they stared at each other, he slowly, inch by inch, thrust inside her.
He was big, and Charity felt every single inch of him as he started to fill her up, sliding in deep.
Bad took his time, and she stared into his green eyes, unable to believe this was, in fact, them. The two of them, with his cock halfway inside her.
Charity moved her hands from the bed and reached for his ass. Grabbing each cheek in her palms, she held on to him as she thrust up against him.
Bad growled, and then, like she finally flicked a switch, he grabbed her shoulders, pinned her to the bed, and slammed inside her, fucking her. Driving hard and deep within her.
He pulled all the way out only to thrust hard and deep within her again. He repeated this, and Charity watched him, lifting her pelvis, driving onto him, and not wanting him to stop but to keep on going, to fuck him.
Bad groaned. “Look at us, beautiful. Watch my cock fill you up.”
She lifted her head as he pulled out enough for her to see, and then he drove back inside.
He did this again.
And again.
Filling her, and she loved to watch.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.”
Charity watched as Bad threw back his head and groaned as he filled her up, pulsing inside her and filling up the condom as he came. It was the single most amazing experience she had ever felt.
When the last pulses of his orgasm flooded his body, Bad collapsed over her, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing his neck as he lay there. She took all of his body weight.
Will he…
She didn’t even want to finish her thought and possibly spoil the moment. It had been a long time since she had sex.
Bad lifted, and she tried not to flinch, expecting him to call her all kinds of names.
“Please tell me you have a lot more condoms,” he said.
“I have a lot more condoms.”
“Fucking ace.”
That wasn’t what she was expecting.
Charity lifted onto her elbows as he removed the condom, wrapped it up, and then tossed it into the small trash can she kept in the corner of the room.
“I’ll deal with that later.” Bad stared at her and then he beckoned her over.
She moved toward him, as if his finger calling her controlled her body. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, she still struggled to meet his gaze. She had to tilt her head back.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined doing exactly that?” he asked.
“You have?”
“Yeah.”
She licked her lips. “Why haven’t you?”
“I was being respectful to your brother,” he said. “Only to him. No one else. I … he didn’t want us to have this.”