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)
She listened. Meeting his hungry and possessive gaze, she allowed her lips to part on a gasp as he thrust deep once more.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Take this cock, all of it.”
Violet wouldn’t have stopped him if the space around them caught on fire. She needed this. What this man could give her. Hell, what he was giving her. So big and thick, stretching her to the border of painful, and she wanted more. Of everything.
Hell, she didn’t recall she was still in a car until he lifted her leg, and she braced her foot on the ceiling. Skin slapping as he drove into her, his sweat dripped on her and she arched to meet him, taking him even deeper. He worked his hips, thrusting and driving as he gripped hers, angling her how he wanted her.
“Yes!” she screamed as he powered home, the angle allowing him to hit that spot inside her that made her toes and fingers curl. She wanted to close her eyes but every time they fluttered down, he squeezed his hands until she opened them again.
“Come on my cock.”
Four words that didn’t allow her to consider refusing. She obeyed his command, back arching once more as the scream crawled from her throat. Her pussy clenched so hard tears tinged the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t able to hold his gaze any longer as the wave of pleasure swept over her.
“Better than I ever expected. You’re fucking killing me, Curls.”
She wrenched open her gaze and what met her stole her breath. In the shadows of the car he rose above her, muscles tight and glistening with sweat where his shirt had been opened. His eyes glittered as he stared down at her, but even his beard couldn’t hide how hard his jaw was clenched.
Hastings drove into her several more strokes. Her pussy was hypersensitive and the thrusts he delivered pushed her right back to the edge. He growled her name seconds before he filled her with his cum.
The force launched her over for another orgasm of her own. He fell forward, bracing himself from landing on her by setting one hand on the bench seat by her head.
“I don’t want to move, Curls. My seed is leaking down your ass, and I want to keep my dick right here to keep as much of it inside you as I can. Then I can tie you to me forever.”
She had been so lost by passion she’d forgotten about protection. Panic surged and he shook his head, like he could read her mind.
“Violet.” Her name wasn’t much more than a grunt before he owned her mouth with a long and deep kiss.
All arguments vanished and she sank into him, holding him tighter than she’d ever desired to hold another male.
“Mine, Curls, you’re mine.” He drew back and hit a button, which illuminated the seating area. “I filled you with my cum. I made this pussy fit me.” Hastings bit his lower lip as he sat up, cock still deep inside her.
She lay there, breasts popped free of the top of her dress, the bottom rucked up around her waist, exposing her pussy. Panties were somewhere that she didn’t care.
“That it’s my cum here,” he touched her, “makes me want to fuck you again. You don’t know what it does to me.” Sliding his hands up the insides of her thighs, he spread her wider before pressing his thumb to her clit. “I could stay hard all fucking night.”
She didn’t doubt that, because he’d thickened inside her.
Hastings played with her nub, and in turn played her. Like he’d built her to his specs and knew everything about her. How to make her squirm, how to make her cry and definitely how to make her beg for more.
“This time I want to see you suck my cock dry. I need to see your eyes glaze over, watch your full lips part as you struggle for breath.” He removed his thumb from her clit and held it to her lips. “Get it wet, Curls. We have work to do.”
* * * *
Hastings groaned and reached out to find the woman he’d fucked all night long. Violet Wentz was the woman who had brought him back to life. Everything about her called to the dead part of him. The part his evil bastard of a father had scared and made hide. It had decided to come back and peek into life.
He craved being around her, loved how she made him smile and could make feel him seen with one she only gave him. Grunting when he didn’t encounter her in the bed, he flopped over and opened his eyes.
“Curls?”
Nothing. He rose up on his elbows and blinked a few times to get the remaining sleep from his eyes. After taking her numerous times in the car, they’d stumbled up to his room and screwed like bunnies. He was like a young boy who was fucking horny all the time. A sight of a tit and he had a boner. If someone wanted to label him a sex-addict, he wouldn’t argue. Not if it was with Violet.