Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I watch his gaze darken and his features tighten. In this lighting, with those eyes and that perfect bone-structure, the devil himself is staring me down.
A sting spreads across my scalp as his grip tightens, tugging harder on my hair. “You always have a choice.”
“I don’t,” I say as the small bite of pain settles deliciously into my bones. I’ll take whatever he’ll give me. Take his love, take his hate. “But when I do, I’m with you.”
Coy’s nostrils flare and pure fury washes over his face. A fury that actually frightens me a little.
But before I can shove him away or do anything to protect myself, he makes this strange sound deep in his chest.
A sound that’s both desperate and frustrated.
His head comes down and his lips crush against mine so hard I end up plastered against the wall.
“I fucking missed you,” he rumbles into my mouth, his anger finally cracking.
Releasing my grip on his shirt, I wrap my arms around his neck and arch my body into his.
Willing. Always willing.
I can no more fight this thing between us, this thing that’s been consuming us, than he can.
Lord knows, I’ve tried. Tried and failed to be the good girl.
I want to tell him I missed him too, that I’ve been dying without him, but his tongue and lips don’t give me the chance.
Kissing me like he’s trying to consume me, he groans like he’s in pain and rocks his hips against me. Grinding his trapped erection against my panties.
A burst of pure pleasure shoots up my spine and my knees go weak.
It always takes him so little effort to get me there. To get me primed and ready to accept everything he’s going to throw at me.
And more. There’s always more.
“I missed these fucking lips,” he says, and then swallows my answering sigh.
Fingers untangling from my hair, his hand drops down and slides up my shirt.
Shoving my bra out of the way, he cups my breast and gives me a firm squeeze. “I missed these fucking tits.”
My nipple instantly tightens against his rough palm.
His hand hasn’t always been this big or this rough. It seems like only yesterday he was the boy next door…
Now he’s a man dry humping me against a wall.
Calloused fingers play with me, squeezing and fondling in rhythm with his thrusting tongue.
And everything inside me begins to melt.
I’m so fucking wet I swear it’s leaking out of me.
My thighs are slick, my panties soaked.
I’ve been thinking about him all day. Hell, I’ve been thinking about him all week. My body on edge, longing and waiting to see him again.
Being with him in my dreams hasn’t been enough to sustain me.
I’ve been starving.
“I missed this fucking pussy,” he growls and then his teeth nip at my lip.
The hard bulge behind his zipper grinds against my clit and my entire body goes taut as my core clenches, aching to have him inside me.
Aching to feel complete again.
My reactions spurring him on, his movements become rougher, more aggressive.
Sliding his hand out of my shirt, he wastes no time pushing it up my skirt.
My thighs squeeze around his waist, trying to pull his hips back as they leave me. Undeterred and much stronger, he stands firm, ignoring me. It’s my turn to growl in frustration until his thick fingers yank my panties to the side.
Then those same fingers are pushing through my lips.
“Fuck, you’re already soaking wet, baby,” he nearly chokes.
“I missed you too,” I pant, and jerk my hips as his fingers find my clit.
I’m so on edge, I might come at any second. This is the longest we’ve ever been apart. The longest my body has had to survive without him.
“Coy,” I half-moan, half-plead.
I don’t want to come like this. I only want to come with him inside me.
A wicked glint entering his eyes, his fingers continue to work my clit.
Swirling, pressing, pinching.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
Goddammit, he always does this to me.
“I—I want…” I groan and my lashes begin to flutter as my release draws closer.
Just a little bit more, a little more pressure…
“Uh-uh,” he says and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
His fingers stop.
I’m left dangling on the edge.
“Tell me, Allie,” he demands.
Did I say I missed him? I take that back.
He’s totally a jerk.
A smirk unfurls across his lips.
Yep, a total jerk.
He knows talking dirty is hard for me. I’ve always struggled with it despite the words I can say quite comfortably inside my head. It’s a holdover from all the things my parents have drilled into me. Things about being a proper, upstanding lady.
One must always be gracious and say please and thank you.
One must never tell a boy she wants him to stuff her with his cock.
It’s been so long though, so long since we’ve been alone, my clit is throbbing with unfulfilled want.