Total pages in book: 195
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
“Let’s see if your cunt still lies too.” I yank her thong down to her knees and slip my fingers between her thighs. She’s so fucking wet that I could drown myself in her.
“You get off on this, don’t you?” I murmur against her neck, and she tries to shake her head, but my grip on her is too tight.
“You think you can come back into my life and fool me with an encore of your bullshit?” I reach for my zipper and pull my cock out. “Is this how you want to play it, peaches? You want to be a fuck toy and see if you can make me forget?”
Her spine goes rigid as she tries to look at me over her shoulder, and I tighten my grip on her face to keep her still.
“This is what you wanted, remember?” I taunt her.
Goose bumps break out along her arms as I yank down the top of her dress, exposing her tits. They’re soft and round and perfect, which only pisses me off more. My calloused fingers scrape over them, groping and kneading until she goes weak in the knees.
“Madden,” she whines.
I pinch her nipple in warning. “Shut up.”
Her chest heaves, and her breathing accelerates as I release her face and slide two fingers inside her. She moans and arches back into me, begging for more. But this isn’t for her. It will never be for her. She’s just a sick obsession in my mind, and the only way to purge it is to get it out of my system. That’s what it has to be. And I tell myself it will only happen once.
Adam would never forgive me for allowing myself this weakness. Not after everything she’s done to both of us. But I can’t stop this madness from spilling into my veins.
Abruptly, I withdraw my fingers and squeeze her ass in my hands as I slide my dick between her thighs. It would be so easy for me to sink into her cunt and stay there all night long. But even I have my limits. And right now, the slippery warmth of her arousal is enough. It has to be enough.
My palm presses her face into the wall as I rock my hips forward, sliding against her wet pussy. She pants her approval, and I wrap my fingers around her mouth in warning.
“No,” I grunt. “This isn’t for you.”
She doesn’t listen. Her body comes alive for me as I fuck the space between her thighs, trying to maintain what little self-control I have left. Thoughts of burying myself deep inside her and stuffing her full of my come plague my mind. I’m a twisted fuck, and I can’t deny it.
“How does it feel to be used?” I graze my lips over her ear as I release her head and grab both of her hips.
She sucks in a sharp breath, curving back into me as I thrust against her. She’s not saying a goddamn word, and she’s biting back the sounds of her pleasure, knowing I won’t let her have it.
“Answer me,” I demand. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
She glances back at me, and that split second of eye contact unravels me. Before I can stop it, my dick pulses, and I wrap my fingers around the shaft and unload a fuck ton of come all over her pussy.
I’m breathless when I look up to see her watching me over her shoulder, her eyes drifting over my face and then my cock. I don’t know what possesses me, but I have to believe it’s a moment of temporary insanity when I drag my cock through my come and nudge the tip against her swollen pussy lips. When I push inside her, just an inch, she releases a soft exhale, shoving her ass back against me and begging for more.
I pull out my dick and stroke it as I meet her gaze. Then I lean in, smearing my come-soaked fingers over her lips as I murmur against her neck.
“How does it feel now?”
She shudders and yanks away, glaring up at me. “It feels like you were trying to prove a point. But you only proved that you’re obsessed with this girl.”
“Kodiak.” Birdie blinks at me in confusion when she opens the door to find me standing on their front step. “What are you doing here?”
“I can’t do what you said.” I push past her and walk into the living room. Her little girl is asleep, and I know this probably isn’t the best time, but I blame Birdie for putting these thoughts in my head to begin with.
“What do you mean?” She closes the door and looks up at me, feigning innocence.
“I can’t be the way I was with her before. I can’t stand the fucking sight of her. I just want her out of my life.”