Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I let out a breath and roll my eyes before hashing out a new text to the psycho killer next door.
Lyra: Why the counter?
The little text bubbles appear almost instantly, and within seconds Hunter’s response comes through.
Hannah Montana: Why not the counter?
Hannah Montana: You clearly haven’t seen the way your tight little cunt takes my cock.
I laugh as I start responding, before immediately cutting myself off, realizing that I’m laughing out loud at something Hunter Cole said, and that’s simply not okay.
“Okay,” I tell Maddox, rolling my eyes. “You might have a point.”
“The sooner you come to the realization that I’m always right, the better.”
My hips automatically grind against Maddox, and he instinctively takes my thigh in his big hand as I shamelessly open a new poll, not hesitating to post it. Hypothetically, if Lyra wanted a hot, steamy threesome in the shower, are we down, or is sharing not in the cards?
Maddox’s phone chimes with the new notification, and I look up as he scoops it off the couch and glances at the poll, his brow slowly arching as he glances up at me. A cocky smirk stretches across his full lips as he grasps my thigh tighter. “Your wish is my command, baby. You want us both?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I want you, but . . . there’s no denying how fun it would be.”
Maddox nods. “You like to play like that?”
I bite down on my bottom lip, a hunger swelling deep within me at the possibility of this happening. “Oh, I like to play.”
Hannah Montana: You’ve been fantasizing about me and Maddox taking you up against the shower wall, Savage? Just say the word. You know I’m not going to say no.
I bark out another laugh and grin to myself as my thumb races across my phone.
Lyra: Don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s only Maddox I’ve been fantasizing about. The third doesn’t really matter. I could pick up some random guy from Black Velvet. I’ll pencil it in for tomorrow. You should do yourself a favor and be anywhere but here. Wouldn’t want you listening to all the fun you could have been having through the wall while you sit all alone in your room with your cock in your hand. Friction burn is a real issue. Try not to jerk that thing too much.
Hannah Montana: Fuck you and that sweet little cunt.
Maddox grins. “Fuck, Savage. Really living up to your nickname tonight,” he tells me. “You’re gonna give him the worst case of blue balls known to man.”
“If I weren’t making Hunter Cole suffer, then I’m not doing my job right.”
Maddox drops his phone and shifts his hands to my hips, grinding me against him. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah.”
I go to say something else, when the sound of She Hates Me by Puddle of Mud comes blasting through the walls, loud enough for the whole complex to hear, and I just grin down at Maddox as my hips really start grinding over him.
Lyra: Glad you’re finally getting the picture.
Hannah Montana: Don’t be fooled, Savage. I will fuck that sweet little cunt, and when I do, you’ll be begging me for it.
Putting my camera on video, I lift the hem of the shirt I’d stolen from Maddox last night and expose my naked body beneath, videoing the way my hips grind against Maddox before promptly hitting send in the chat.
Lyra: You mean this little cunt? Tell me, what exactly do you think you could do to it that your best friend hasn’t already spent all night doing?
Maddox blows out a breath, looking up at me with deep concern. “Baby, you’re playing with fire now.”
Tossing my phone away, I peel the shirt over my head before tossing it to the floor and leaning down to Maddox, my lips gently brushing over his. “Then it’s a good thing I love dancing in the flames.”
His hands grasp my naked body, roaming over me and claiming every inch of my skin as he captures my lips with his, kissing me deeply. A groan rumbles through his chest and before I know it, his hands are tightening on my ass and adjusting us until he’s seated up on the couch and I’m straddled over him.
Reaching down between us, I free that massive, pierced cock from his pants, and as the wild need rockets through me, I rise up on my knees, lining him up with my entrance. “Fuck, Savage. Don’t keep me waiting. Sink that pretty pussy down.”
A wicked grin stretches across my lips, and I suck in a breath as the tip of his cock brushes over my wetness. I sink a little, only taking the tip, and the pressure has me sucking in a gasp. “So, what’s it gonna be?” I ask, slowly beginning to lower myself. “Are you gonna take me to the shower and let me live out a wild fantasy?”