Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Reverse…” Magnolia mutters, having gotten my belt open. God help me, she’s lowering my zipper now and reaching inside, moaning as her palm curves to my stiff cock, stroking, stroking, snatching reason straight out of my head, wild lust pooling in my lower body and churning, whipping, demanding I push open her legs and finally, finally fuck her. “She said something about…being able to reverse the curse, I think.” She wets her lips enticingly. “You have to have sex with me, Pace. Please. I’m in pain!”
The muzzle of the gun is pressed to my temple. “Off of her. Now. If there’s a curse to reverse, I’ll be the one doing it.”
“You’ll have to shoot me first,” I growl, ripping Magnolia’s tank top down the middle.
Letting out those pretty forbidden tits.
Now? I’m officially screwed.
I’ve abstained from sex since meeting Magnolia. Something about being in the presence of someone so sacred, so perfect than I couldn’t sully myself with other women. Didn’t want to. They don’t exist to me. I don’t see them. There is only ever her. And she is formed like a temptation. I’m convinced the devil designed her because she had this delicious ripeness long before it made sense for her age—and those puckered peaks are calling to me now. They’re the crowns sitting on top of full, bouncy breasts. She’s looking at me in a silent plea to pop her cherry, and with the threat of another man taking what’s mine looming, my tether is snapping.
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” breathes the FBI agent, lowering the gun to rub it against the bulged-out fly of his jeans. “Look how horny she is.”
I should hate this man observing her. I should rip his throat out.
But there’s something about the reverence in his tone when he speaks about Magnolia that makes me wonder if he understands. If it’s possible he’s in the same chokehold. Briefly, I glance at him and see that he’s beyond aroused, sweat coating his forehead, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
“Pace,” she whines, tracing her fingertips down my cheek. Then she reaches out for the FBI agent’s thigh, squeezing. “Mateo.”
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
“Somebody help me,” Magnolia pleads.
“We take turns,” grits out the other man. Mateo. “Neither one of us is going to last long in that cunt. She’s going to need us both.”
I’m trying to process what the agent said, but she has my cock out now, the length of it curving out into the open, stickiness bubbling from my slit every time she slides her fist down, up, down, up. “What was she like out in the woods?” I ask, slipping into some kind of sexual trance, hypnotized by her jacking fist and the sudden, surprising desire to envision Magnolia on her back in the woods with this man lapping hungrily between her legs. I don’t know why it doesn’t enrage me. Possibly because it likely brought her pleasure. I always want her pleasure. “Did she come…hard?”
“Yes,” Mateo pants, swiping sweat from his upper lip. “And so did I. All over her pretty little face.”
A moan catches me off-guard. “Goddamn.”
“Yeah. She stuck her tongue out for it and everything.”
I’m already wrenching the shorts down her hips, cock straining, determined to experience her for myself. Haven’t I waited long enough? Haven’t I? “You’ve always been mine, Magnolia,” I say, tossing the shorts and panties aside, preparing to eat her out, so it won’t hurt when I take her virginity. But then I get my first look at her pussy.
In a split second, it feels as though I’ve been edged for a millennium, kept right on the precipice of a climax. Tortured. My balls sag with sudden weight and I’m dripping everywhere. Onto her belly and thighs and cunt. I’m breathing like I just ran ten miles, sweat coating every inch of my skin and…I can’t delay fucking her. It becomes necessity. It becomes the air I breathe. I’m mounting her in a frantic movement, positioning my cock and pumping as hard and deep as I can—and I don’t stop. I can’t.
Not even when I feel how illegally tight she is.
Not even when I feel that little cherry burst.
I fucking nail her, my sweaty flesh slapping off hers, grunts echoing in the room.
Not only mine, but Mateo’s.
He likes this. He’s enjoying watching me rut her like an animal.
Not only that, but Magnolia likes it, too. No, she loves it.
She screams like my dick is the antidote to her pain, spreading her legs for every violent thrust, her bouncy tits jiggling like ripe peaches, her face flushed with excitement.
“Ooooh, Pace. Harder. Harder!”
“Dear lord. She’s a miracle,” says Mateo.
“Yes, she is. And Christ, she’s such a tight little thing, too,” I growl, circling her throat with my hand. “I can barely get half my cock inside her. You weren’t kidding when you said we wouldn’t last. It’s hitting so fucking good.”