Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
The problem was, he didn’t want to force it from her. He wanted her to give him all of that willingly.
What good was it if he got it otherwise?
It would mean nothing. No different from what it meant when she snuck in and out of his bed.
He was a toy she was playing with. That was all.
But, fuck him, he kept allowing it to happen. In the end, he had no one to blame but himself.
Weak.
Fucking.
Sucker.
Sucker should be on his name patch, not Easy.
Or, hell, maybe Easy was more fitting than he ever realized.
She scraped her nails lightly across his chest, catching the tips of both his nipples along the way. She was learning his weaknesses.
Her other hand wrapped around the back of his head and she pulled him down to her, their mouths just a cunt hair apart and her warm breath brushing over his lips. He closed his eyes and instead of kissing her, instead of giving her what she wanted, he slid his nose down the side of hers until his mouth hovered over hers once more.
She lifted her head and made that connection. Her lips soft and supple. Her tongue sliding over his bottom lip before dipping inside.
A noise coming from the back of her throat made his cock flex.
He was so goddamn hard. His balls so fucking tight. The urge to drive himself deep inside her strong.
He couldn’t resist her. He never could.
And she knew it.
She fucking knew it.
That was what pissed him off the most.
He was only delaying the inevitable. Because in the end, she would get what she came for.
She always did.
Her hips tilted when the head of his cock bumped her. He didn’t have to demand entrance, because she was giving it willingly.
The “Jesus fuck” that whispered through his mind was caused by his annoyance at his own defeat and also for the way her body accepted him completely. Open and supple as he drove deep, taking her in long, full strokes.
After all this time, they were like two pieces of well-oiled machinery working perfectly together. He knew what she liked. And when she was done with him, she knew how to drive him over the edge before he was ready.
He always tried to draw it out and make it last longer. To keep her in his bed for more than the time she carved out for him.
No, for fuck’s sake, that wasn’t right. The time she carved out for herself.
He was no more than a means to an end. He needed to stop looking at it any differently. She used him like he and his brothers used the sweet butts.
Was it fucking karma? Probably.
He lost his train of thought as her tongue drove deeper into his mouth and her pussy was a slick, warm cocoon, squeezing him, rippling around him, encouraging him to go faster and deeper, to hurry and get her to the end.
So she could leave.
Slip out of his bed, slip on her clothes, slip out of his room.
And the second that door closed behind her, it was like it never happened.
Until the next time.
He broke free of the kiss, taking his mouth back so he could press it to her arched throat, so he could run his lips along her pounding pulse, so he could dip his tongue into the hollow of her neck. Her skin was soft, warm and tasted slightly salty.
Curling over her, he nuzzled his face between her tits, and in the dark, found one peaked nipple and then the other. Drawing his teeth over the very tips, making her breath catch and her fingers slide into his loose, long hair, gripping it tightly, holding him there, encouraging him to continue what he was doing.
She didn’t have to worry, he wasn’t going to stop.
Not until he gave her what she came for. Not until he took what she was willing to give.
It might not be all of her, but something was better than nothing, right? Trip’s favorite saying.
Easy wasn’t so sure that was true.
Something was not always better than nothing. Getting a small piece of her left him only wanting more.
He squeezed her tit hard and sucked the nipple even harder, capturing her soft whimper in his mind so he could remember it later. When his room was quiet.
When he was alone.
It was easy to recognize when she was close. Tonight her nails dug sharply into his scalp as he continued to worship her tits, to power up and into her. He had to make sure he finished right after her because he wouldn’t put it past her to be done with him before he was done with her.
So, he drove and drove and drove, deeper, faster, a rush to the end. Her mouth open, her cries starting out soft but getting louder with each thrust.