Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
My heart kicks up its pace at the way he’s looking at me. I want to ask about the jackets. I want to ask about Felix. I want to ask about what happened last night. But all of that can wait because my pussy is begging for the release I’ve been dreaming of for months.
It doesn’t make it any easier to walk past Felix, who doesn’t seem too curious about me as he plays with a small mouse-shaped toy. It’s then I notice all the toys littering the hallway, and I can’t help but smirk at the knowledge that Ford must’ve bought them for him.
I step into his bedroom, and Ford closes the door behind me. The moment I turn around, his hands are on me. Branding me with a firm grip. His movements are startlingly fast compared to his usual nonchalant attention.
It fills me with feminine pride to know how much he can’t keep his hands off me, how quickly his self-control snaps. I feel the same way as my arms wrap around his neck, and I arch into him, letting him devour my throat with kisses as he pulls up my shirt.
This side of Ford is demanding and needy as if his patience has snapped, and it satisfies me in a way I can’t express. When he removes my top, he pauses for a moment to stare at the yellow lingerie piece. He licks his lips, and I shuffle out of my pants, revealing the crotchless lace underwear and garter belt.
“Fucking hell, you make me crazy.” His callused hands are on me again, but I push him back.
“You need to be naked too,” I demand, shoving down his pants and boxers. God, he looked so good today in dress clothes.
Once he’s out of his pants, he’s back on me. There’s no time to prepare as he pushes me onto the bed, crawls over me, then thrusts inside.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out. He pauses for a moment, tentative. I realize then that he’s holding back by a thread. “No, it’s fine! Keep going!” I insist. And without delay, he starts railing into me. I jolt under him, my hands twisting into his blankets and sheets, unable to keep up with his rhythm. It’s outright hard fucking.
His hand clamps down on my mouth, and I bite it, whimpering in pure, painful pleasure.
It’s been over a month since we’ve been together, and this… It feels like more than I can take. I cry every time his piercing hits my G-spot, the added pressure forcing my eyes to roll into the back of my head as tears streak down my cheeks.
His hand pins my hips into place so I can’t move, like a doll being fucked, and it does all types of things to my brain.
It’s the most aggressive I’ve seen him, but fuck, I love it. Being punished through sex might be my new favorite thing. If I knew being a brat would result in this, I might’ve pissed him off sooner.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this sweet cunt of yours.” Ford curses and my heart falters. I know it’s not because of me. I know we use each other for this. It shouldn’t affect me the way it does.
Tingles begin to spread throughout my body, and I know I’m so close to crashing over the edge. He’s taking everything from me. Like he’s ripping the orgasm out of me, and I fucking love it.
I mumble around his hand, trying to speak, that sun tattoo covering my lips. I bite harder.
“Fucking harder!” he demands, and I bite down until I can taste blood.
“Fuck!” he shouts as he thrusts into me one more time. I hit the final peak, breaking into a million pieces, panting, and screaming behind his hand, saliva everywhere. My back arches, but he’s holding me firmly in place as he explodes inside me.
Fuck me.
What the actual fuck?
I’ve never felt more possessively claimed.
Ford’s panting over me, those almost black eyes blinking a few times as if he’s suddenly back in the room, his animalistic side receding, sated. Now I understand why he walked away earlier tonight. Because if he’d fucked me like he just did… there would’ve been no way we could have walked out of that room without everyone knowing about us.
I’m breathing heavily, still trying to grapple with what just happened, as he removes his hand from my mouth. A hint of remorse flashes across his expression, and I grab his hand to place it against my cheek.
“You’re crying,” he says, mortified. “Did I hurt you?”
“What? No,” I say quickly. “I’m not as breakable as you think.”
Even I don’t know why I was crying. It was probably due to the mixture of pleasure and pain. “Ford, that was fucking mind-blowing.”
He rolls off me, sitting at the end of the bed, and I perch on my knees next to him. I put my hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong? I fucking loved all of that.”