Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
He jerks, grunting at the pain that he knows feels kind of good.
Lifting my hand again, I spit into my palm and dive back down, pumping him. “I wouldn’t ever be able to take you anywhere,” I bite out. “Your fucking clothes and your dirty nails and your lousy manners.”
He unzips his pants, and I take him out, letting him grow without restraint. He takes over stroking, and I kiss his mouth, bite his neck, suck his chest…
I sink my teeth into his ribs. “I hate you.”
Pulling me up, he tries to kiss me, but I keep my head just out of reach.
“But you like my cock,” he whispers.
Then he snatches my lip between his teeth, the needs to fuck him and kill him firing through my veins in equal measure. “Damn,” I groan and then kiss him hard.
He growls under his breath, grabbing my ass again and squeezing hard. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
With his hand still squeezing my ass, I barely notice he’s stopped stroking himself and is pushing my pants down.
Every muscle suddenly tightens, and I stop as his tongue flicks my lips.
“Wait, wait…” I breathe fast, pushing myself up. “I’m not ready.”
I—
I swallow through my parched throat and blink. He slows, kissing my neck and collarbone softly. “How long has it been?”
Closing my mouth, I breathe through my nose, trying to tamp down my desire. Why don’t I just lie? Everything with him is a lie anyway. I knew we would fuck. He’d try to get me into bed because sex is his weapon, but I honestly didn’t think about this part.
When I don’t reply, he looks up at me. His eyebrows dig in, realization crossing his face.
“You want to…?” His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths. “I can…”
“No.” I blink.
I don’t want to be on top. I like him inside me.
I whisper, “Just…go slowly, okay?”
I want to see his face—hear him—when he fucks me.
Climbing off the bed, I rush to lock the door and push down my clothes as he follows. Standing up, he strips off his pants and grabs me, bringing his mouth in, but he doesn’t kiss me this time. He pushes me onto the bed and comes down on my back. His lips dive everywhere. The back of my neck, my ear, those muscles he loves around my spine…
I reach over to the bedside table and grab a condom, catching us in the mirror to the left, above my other dresser. Dallas looks down at me, breathing hard as he rakes a hand through the back of my hair and rolls his hips into me.
I close my eyes, feeling his cock sweat cum.
Goddamn him.
I wish he was anyone else.
I hand him the packet, gasping as he sucks on my ear. Chills break out everywhere as I find the oil, pulling over the nightstand as I yank it out. It topples to the floor, my lamp crashing. I wince, hoping it didn’t wake Sophia.
He closes his fist around mine, the pulse in my head throbbing in my ears. Slowly, he pries the tube out of my hand.
He never stops touching me, his mouth licking and biting down my back as he sits up. He kneads my hip, barely making a sound as he flips open the lid. I don’t even hear him gather any oil, but when he rubs a finger over me, massaging me, I can feel the wetness. He keeps going until the tension leaves my muscles, and it starts to feel good. Turning my eyes to the mirror, I watch him stroke his glistening cock with his other hand as he stares down at me. The tube of oil is gone.
He presses his finger into me, and I clench up but force myself to relax. He slips in and out, just a little, and I hear the wrapper rip open and listen to him roll it on.
He comes down and slides his fingers into my hair. “Tell me you want it, Golden Boy. Say my name.”
I smile. “You know, I love how you used to come here to clean our pool,” I taunt. “And you’re still coming here to service me.”
He thrusts against me, rocking softly, his rock-hard dick teasing me. “Is this what you want?”
My head feels like it’s floating, and I gasp. “Yes, please.”
He lies on my back, fitting the head of his cock at my entrance, pushing through my tight muscle. I stretch, burning as he stops just inside, my body flexing at the feel of his thick head.
Fuck.
Dragging the tip of his tongue up the ridge of my ear, he moans, “You’re so tight, I don’t think I can get myself out of you.”
I laugh, relaxing. I won’t admit it to him, but my pride soars a little.
And what a thought. Him stuck to me for life.