Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
He slowly, like she wasn’t fucking burning up waiting for him, withdrew his fingers from her pussy and put them to his mouth, cleaning her essence from them. When he moved her legs from his shoulders, she let him position her. Hell, she was boneless anyway.
“Stay just like that, Curls. Christ, I have the best fucking view. You lying there, wet and glistening, waiting for me.”
“Impatiently,” she snapped.
His smile made her toes curl inside her stilettos.
“Don’t be impatient.” He undid the button at the top of his pants and slid the zipper down. “I’m right here and I’m going to give you what you need. I know what it is and I have it here for you.”
She sucked a sharp breath as his cock rose into view as he freed it. I didn’t spend enough time looking at him that night I took him in my mouth. The man is fucking magnificent.
The man was huge. Long and thick, his cock curled up at the end, the large head shiny with drops of smeared precum. He cupped himself and pumped. Shit, even that was a turn-on. She slipped a hand down her front and touched her clit.
“No!” He popped her on the clit, sending more shivers through her. “That’s mine and holy shit, you like being spanked like that.” Hastings leaned forward and dragged his tongue through her swollen lips before grasping her hips and yanking her to him.
Eyes locked on each other, she held her breath as he notched the large, swollen head of his cock to her.
“Ready?”
“Since I fucking met you.” The honest words burst from her throat, and she didn’t even care how it made her appear. It was her truth.
He rose up over her, putting his bearded face close. “I’ve never been this fucking hard in my life, Curls.”
She opened beneath his lips and met his tongue with her own. She whimpered as he filled her.
Completely.
With a single, smooth stroke.
He didn’t go gradual, allowing her to adjust to his size—he took and she gave. The burn of his invasion turned to pleasure seconds later as he made love to her with his mouth.
“Fucking soaked around my dick. I’m going to mark this pussy and make it mine. It’s going to be branded with my name.”
She arched into him, reveling in the glide of his cock against her walls. They were hypersensitive and all she could do was beg for more.
The man, bless him, gave it to her.
He rained dirty words in her ears about what he was going to do to her all night long. Five slow strokes before he withdrew until the head of his cock just waited inside her. Digging her nails into his skin, she wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him, craving him doing what he’d promised.
Claiming her.
Branding her.
His hips snapped forward and she bowed up against the seat, mouth open but no sound escaping. She couldn’t pull enough air into her lungs to make any, he’d filled her completely, there wasn’t room for anything else.
“This is my pussy,” he growled. “Mine and no one else’s. This pussy knows it, knows who owns it. You need to follow.” He pulled back, expression feral.
Hastings took one hand and pulled her leg from around his hip and hiked it up on the back of the smooth seat, spreading her impossibly wide. The heavy weight of his shaft hovered just inside her entrance as he glanced down to where they were connected.
He bared his teeth and thrust deep without warning. She bucked again but his hands held her in place. Not that she wanted to get away. She longed for more. Of him. Of his cock. His touch. His everything.
Her eyes fluttered, and he smacked her clit, shooting sparks through her and making her clench around him.
“Eyes on me, Curls. Don’t you fucking pull that gorgeous gaze from mine. You watch me brand you. Watch me give you all my cock and you take it.” He leaned closer, an evil twist to his lips. “And beg for more.”
She would do exactly that if that was what it took. She simply needed it.
His strokes were hard. Punishing. Boarding on deadly and she craved more. He pinned her down and fucked her.
Violet gasped for air as she thrashed and undulated with him, wordlessly pleading for more. He gave her everything she asked for and more she hadn’t.
“Please,” she begged. Christ, whatever he wanted she’d give up, if he would just end her torture.
His gaze narrowed on her and seconds later he had one hand around her throat. Not in a way that concerned her, but in a proprietary way.
“I want you, Violet Wentz. All of you. Your kisses. Your pussy. Your eyes. More than that, I want you to see me when you come on my cock.” He moved his thumb over her lower lip, pulling it down before pressing it in. “Look at me,” he growled. “Give me that gaze I need and I swear I’ll give you what you want.”