Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 77171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Fine,” I tell her. “Have it your way.” I grip her shoulders and flip her around so she’s facing the wall. Then I rip open her jeans and push them and her underwear over her hips and give her bare ass a hard slap.
She gasps but says nothing more.
I slide my fingers through her slick pussy lips and then up her ass crack. “Has anyone been in here?” I ask. “Inside this tight ass?”
No response. Only another gasp.
“I’ll take that as a no. I’ll be the first.”
But not today. Today I want her pussy. I want to feel those slick walls tighten against my hard cock.
I unzip my jeans, pull out my erection, and shove it into her wet pussy from behind.
A groan rips from her throat.
I slide my tongue over her neck, to her earlobe, give it a bite. “How does that feel? How does my hard cock feel, Delaney?”
She only groans, bracing herself against the wall and pushing back into me, as if urging me to go farther.
I pull out, aching with the loss, and plunge back in, harder this time.
Fuck, it’s like she was made for me.
“Tell me what you want,” I say into her ear. “Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and fast.”
“God, yes,” she finally wails. “Please. Fuck me.”
I pull out and thrust in again. Again. Again. “Is this what you want, you nosy little bitch? You can’t stay out of business that isn’t yours. You’re going to get hurt.” Thrust. “You’re going to get—”
“Fuck!” she screams as a climax rips through her.
I feel every clench of her pussy walls, every shudder of her body, every moan that vibrates through her.
I feel it all. Fucking all of it.
“Yeah, you want this,” I rasp out. “You want this big dick inside you. Don’t you, little bitch? You want the beast. Beauty wants the beast.”
She cries out again, her pussy still tightening, still clenching.
And I thrust, thrust, thrust…
Until—
I pull out, turn her around to face me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, full of ecstasy. And damn, I want more. More of her. I want to taste what’s between her legs. I want my mouth on every part of her flesh. I want to suck those hard nipples, slap those breasts. I want my mark on every part of her.
“Bedroom?” I grit out.
She points to a doorway.
I heave her over my shoulder and walk toward it.
20
DELANEY
I’m still reeling from the orgasm.
From Samson’s words. His actions. The way he took control and made me helpless against his touch. Against his mouth. Against his cock.
I want more of him. All of him, apparently, because I invited him up to my apartment—my home—and now he’s carrying me like I weigh nothing.
My heart races even faster than it did during our rough sex against the wall. He throws me down on the bed and makes quick work of my boots and my jeans and thong, which are already around my ankles.
He leans down to kiss me again—hard and demanding like always. I open my mouth for him, invite him in with a groan that matches his. I slide my hands over his chest, which is still covered with the black shirt.
Damn!
I’m naked and vulnerable, and he’s still clothed except for his cock still hanging out—still hard as fucking marble—of his unzipped jeans.
He breaks away from the kiss, trailing his lips down my jawline until he reaches the hollow of my neck where he sucks, nipping at my skin every so often with sharp teeth that I know are leaving marks.
And I don’t fucking care. I really don’t.
He moves downward to my breasts, where he cups them again, not gently, and twists one nipple.
The pleasure tingles through me, landing between my legs.
“You want my mouth here?” he asks.
All I can do is close my eyes and nod.
He closes his lips around a nipple and sucks. He’s not gentle. Nothing about Samson Vexley is gentle. Already I know he’s never been gentle. He shouldn’t be. It would be completely out of character. I bet his dominance is coded somewhere in his DNA.
With his other hand, he twists and tortures my other nipple. I buck and arch beneath him, reaching, reaching, reaching…
And when he releases the nipple from his grasp, glides his hand lower, lower, lower…
And shoves two fingers inside me—
I shatter again.
“You like that, little beauty?” he rasps against my breast. “You like me fucking you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out on a sigh.
“I’m going to eat that pussy. I’m going to suck everything out of you.” He releases my nipple and moves down, spreading my legs.
At first he just stares at me, at my pussy that I know must be swollen and glistening.
“Fuck,” he says as he sucks on my clit piercing. “This is so hot.”
I had my clitoral hood pierced back in college after a night of drinking with my sorority sisters. Hurt like hell, but once it healed… Damn, the tugging. It’s an orgasm magnet.