Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I could tell his emotions were walking a thin line between desperation and lust.
He was trying to outrun some demon that I had no clue about.
The only thing I could do was hold on for the ride.
Something I did by curling my fingers into the sheets.
“Touch your pussy,” he ordered.
Well, more like growled.
It was so sexy.
Closing my eyes and dropping down so my cheek was pressed against the mattress, I snaked a hand between my legs and touched my clit.
But I continued down until I could feel him slamming in and out of me.
Feel the stretching that my pussy did for his big cock.
I felt the wetness there, gathering around my entrance, and used it to lube up my fingers.
Gliding them back to my clit, I started to work it frantically.
I had a feeling that if I didn’t get myself there quickly, he’d be going without me.
My suspicions were proven correct when, moments later, he hissed as his cock started to jerk inside of me.
I moaned when he pulled out unexpectedly, yanking the condom off with a sharp snap. He drove three fingers into me as I continued to work my clit, helping me to chase the orgasm that was nearly upon me. And help it did.
I felt the hot spurts of his seed hitting my ass and my back and coupled with the feeling of his calloused hand moving over my skin, what I was sure would be an epic orgasm was tightening in my belly.
The taboo feeling of it all – picturing him working himself to orgasm behind me and the way he rubbed his cum into my skin – really turned me on. Silas’ hand stopped its movement across my back, and I moaned into my pillow as he continued to work his fingers in and out of me.
All of these sensations collided together shooting me straight into fucking orbit as I came harder than I ever have before, harder than I even knew a person could!
My eyes closed as they rolled back in their sockets, and my pussy clenched tightly around his fingers.
I bit into the pillow to hold back a scream would have woke the neighbors but instead I managed to muffle into a moan, all while Silas continued to pump his thick fingers into me prolonging my orgasm.
My stomach clenched so hard that I had to have pulled a muscle, but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it until my orgasm began to slowly recede.
My breathing came out in ragged gasps as I collapsed onto my belly. Blood pounded in my ears and little bursts of light flashed behind my closed lids. I had no idea something like what I’d just experienced was even possible!
Silas’ fingers stayed planted inside of me as he lay down at my side, pressing his lips against my temple. It was several long minutes before my breathing began to calm and the aftershocks stopped convulsing through me.
“Although that was fucking fantastic,” I told him, panting slightly. “I still want to know what garnered that reaction.”
He was silent for so long that I was positive he wouldn’t answer me, but he surprised the hell out of me when he started to explain.
“That man that was beside you all day, the one that gave you a fucking hug. That man was the man that ruined my life. He destroyed me and everything I’d ever hoped I could be. And he did it with a fucking smile on his face,” Silas said emotionlessly.
I started to sit up, but Silas shoved his fingers harder inside of me.
“Stay there,” he ordered darkly.
Given his tone, I felt it prudent to listen to him.
“Who was he?” I asked. “Why’s he so bad?”
“I gotta start from the beginning if you’re going to understand,” he said softly. “And it’s not pretty.”
“Tell me,” I urged, trying my hardest not to grind down on him.
He held his fingers perfectly still, but the entire thing was distracting as hell.
“When I was eighteen, I was recruited out of the military by the CIA,” he said without preamble.
I froze.
He was in the fucking CIA?
Wasn’t that for people…not like him?
Silas was pretty high profile kind of guy. Weren’t CIA agents supposed to be ghost-like people that no one ever saw?
When I didn’t say anything, mostly because I couldn’t stop my mind from whirling in surprise, he continued.
“They recruited me away from the military, the moment I finished basic training. I was a crack shot with a bad attitude. Joined the Marines, but I had a hard on for ignoring anything type of authority figure. I was on the verge of being kicked out, probably just a meeting with my commanding officer away from it, when I was approached by someone. His name was Rotund Rosenthal,” he continued.
My head was spinning trying to process everything he was telling me.
He was recruited for the CIA at eighteen? For real?
An eighteen year old had no clue what they wanted to do with their life.
Let alone to be thrown into that kind of a situation.
“Okay, but if that’s the case, where does that guy from today fit in?” I asked.
“The summer I met Sam’s mother, Leslie, was when I first began my infiltration into a MC that was known for chain-raping women, filming it and selling the videos. They also had a lucrative stable,” Silas said, but I interrupted him.
“What’s a stable?” I asked.
He laughed slightly.
“A stable of prostitutes. They also did some coke dealing on the side. The first time I saw Leslie was the day that they normally did the grabs. She’d been in the sights of one of my ‘brothers’ when I claimed her. I didn’t know what else to do. Goddamn mission and all that shit didn’t care about a few casualties. They were looking at the bigger picture. So, I did what I had to do, only they wanted to film me taking her the first time as my initiation into the club. That was my test. I passed with flying colors,” he snarled.