Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Jagger ...” I whimper. “God damn you.”
“I’m going to fuck you right here. Tell me no. Tell me, Willow,” he breathes, hot breath tickling my face. “Tell me no, and I’ll walk away. You’ll never see me again. Tell. Me. No.”
I can’t. I can’t tell him no.
He drops to his knees in front of me, jerking my dress up, and then his mouth is on me. Tongue sliding between my thighs, up into my pussy, gliding over my clit. I cry out as pleasure shoots through my body, my fingers tangle into his hair as he licks me in a way he has never done before. Furiously, with the intention of making me scream his name, and oh, scream it I do.
It doesn’t matter that we’re pressed against some fence in the darkness, out on a street in the dark of the night. I don’t care.
I don’t care.
He licks me until I explode, gasping his name, knees wobbling. Only then does he get to his feet, jerk his jeans down, and back me into the large fence. His mouth collides with mine and he kisses me with a fury that has my knees buckling. He catches me with one arm around my waist and hauls my leg up around his, then he’s there, his cock pressing against me.
“Tell me no,” he growls against my mouth.
“I can’t,” I breathe.
He plunges inside me, stretching and filling me in a way that has my cries turning into choked gasps. Then he’s fucking me with no apology, hard and deep, my back slamming against the fence, his fingers gripping my thighs, my fingers going up to tangle into his perfect thick hair. He fucks me in a way that is desperate and hungry, and I want more of it. I need more of it.
I can’t hold back, not when his cock is buried deep inside of me, his mouth on mine, our bodies are finally together.
I cum gasping his name, and he follows along only minutes later, growling his release, his entire body trembling against mine.
I drop my head forward into his shoulder, panting, closing my eyes, praying this moment lasts just a little bit longer. I need it to last a little bit longer because as soon as he pulls out of me, I’ll have to go back to reality, and I can’t take that. I can’t live with any longer.
“Johnny?”
The sound of Sharleen’s voice calling into the darkness has him pulling out of me in a rush, and has my breath hitching in my throat.
We both scramble to clean ourselves up just as a flashlight comes in our direction, and I see not only Sharleen, but Ava and Angel following her. The moment her eyes fall on us, they widen and a rage spreads across her face, the kind of rage that tells me she’s going to have my head.
She lunges at me with a furious scream, and her body slams into me before I have the chance to fight back. We hit the ground with a thud, and the wind is knocked out of me as her fist flies down over and over into my face. Pain explodes, and it takes me a minute to gather myself enough to start fighting back, my own hands finding her hair and tangling into it, jerking it as hard as I can to try and get her off me.
“You filthy slut!” she screams, pounding her fist down over my face once more. “I’ll kill you!”
Blood trickles into my mouth, the bitter copper scent a stark realization as to what’s happening. With another tug, I jerk so hard a clump of hair comes out. Sharleen screams, and then she’s being hauled off me, Jagger’s arm around her waist, pulling her backward as her legs fly around and she spits curses. Angel leans down, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. My head is spinning, and my face feels as though it’s swelling at a rapid pace. It hurts like hell.
“She’s bleeding, Angel, a lot.”
Angel grabs at his shirt, tearing it off, and he presses it to a spot just under my eye. I reach up with trembling fingers and use my hand to hold it there, trying not to pass out. Angel steadies me with an arm around my waist, and Ava is right by my side. Jagger is struggling with Sharleen, even though she has stopped fighting him.
“Enough,” Jagger orders her, his hold seeming to lessen on her. “Sharleen, that is enough.”
“How could you?” Sharleen yells and then begins sobbing frantically. “I came back for you. I’m your wife. What is she? You barely know her. We’ve been through hell together, Johnny, how could you do this to me?”
Something flashes across Jagger’s face, a sort of guilt mixed with a whole lot of confusion.