Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
But I don't have a crystal ball. I can't see the future. And I don't know that everything isn't going to fall apart in the end. That scares the hell out of me. Because I don't know how I'm going to live without Coby now that I know what it's like to be his. And I know how I'm supposed to hurt Keegan when he's sacrificed so much for me for so long.
For the second time, one of his friendships will end because of me. And this one will hurt him so much worse because Coby matters a whole more to him than Parker ever did. He and Coby are like freaking brothers. I wasn't supposed to come between that.
But I've spent the last few days in his arms anyway. I've spent every night in his bed anyway, sneaking out at dawn so we don't get caught. And I'm here right now, his hand in panties.
"Get my cock out, Elodie," he growls.
I don't tell him. I never tell him no. I'm weak when it comes to him. So freaking weak. All he has to do is touch me and I ignite. Nothing else matters when his hands are on my body. Nothing.
I unzip his pants with shaking hands and pull his cock out. It's so beautiful to me. I don't know if they're supposed to be beautiful. But I love everything about his. It's long and thick, the broad head engorged.
He thrusts his fingers inside me, curling them up to stroke my G-spot.
I bite my tongue to keep from crying out his name.
"You wore that fucking dress to torture me, didn't you?"
"Yes." Everything I wear, I pick with him in mind. To make him suffer. To make him hard. To make him ache. I want his eyes on me every moment of the day. I don't want him to forget for even a second what we are together. Even before I was his, I wanted to torment him in a way I've never wanted to torment anyone. I wanted him to look at me like I never wanted anyone else to look at me.
He growled at me about my clothes, and I loved it. Because I knew it meant he was looking.
I sink to my knees, leaning forward to pull his cock into my mouth.
"Ah, fuck," he growls. "I love the sight of my cock disappearing down that perfect throat, princess." He sweeps my hair up out of the way so he can watch. "Be a good girl and suck me hard."
I do, hollowing my cheeks as I bob on his cock, trying to drive him as crazy as he drives me. I know he isn't going to let me make him come like this, not when he wants to fuck me. But I try to get him there anyway.
He rocks his hips, pumping his cock down my throat. His wild eyes are locked on the sight. "Goddamn," he groans. "One day, I'm going to draw you like this, Elodie. On your knees, with your mouth stuffed full of my cock."
I moan around him. He loves drawing me. I never knew just how often he did it until he showed me the sketchbook he keeps at home. The one full of drawings of me. There are so many of them. Most of them are innocent. But there are few that are definitely for his eyes only. They're tasteful, but I'm mostly naked or completely naked in them. Even before he saw me without clothes on, he saw me clearly. It's startling how clearly he saw me.
"Fuck," he growls, reaching down to pluck me up from the floor. He spins me around, pinning me against the wall beside the door. I bite my lip, trying like hell not to cry out as he yanks my panties to the side, thrusting his fingers inside me again. He plays with my pussy, torturing me with pleasure until I'm on the edge.
As soon as my inner muscles start fluttering around his fingers, he pulls them away, boosting me up into his arms.
A second later, he clamps one hand over my mouth and thrusts into me.
I cry out against his hand, trying so hard to be quiet. But I can't. Not when he's inside me. Not when the dick feels this freaking good.
He fucks me hard and fast, pounding into me like a machine.
"Dreams do come true, princess," he growls, his voice soft. "You're pinned against the wall right now, taking my cock like such a fucking good girl. And no one can hear you moaning my name."
My core clenches around his length, my orgasm looming closer.
"Come," he growls, bouncing me up and down his length at a punishing pace. "Before someone comes looking for us and catches me fucking you against the wall. You know I won't stop if someone walks in. Not until you come."