Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He pulled back just enough to look down at her chest. She might be dressed in an oversized shirt and sweats, but she was bra and panty-less. Angelina should have been humiliated more than she was. But the sight of his half-lidded eyes, the way his mouth was parted, his breathing becoming harder, and the feel of his erection, had that embarrassment diminishing.
Her pussy grew wetter at the gentle yet insistent thrusting of his hips between her legs, of his cock adding pressure right between her thighs.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, his focus still on her chest, and probably staring right at the way her nipples stabbed through the material of her shirt.
“No,” she lied again.
He lifted his gaze to hers then. “Fucking liar.”
She started breathing harder.
“You’re telling me if I touched you between those luscious thighs of yours, pushed my fingers through your cunt, you wouldn’t be soaked for me?” He lifted an eyebrow, his expression full of challenge.
She didn’t answer.
A moment of silence passed between them, and then shocking the hell out of her, he placed his hand between them, right over her pussy. Fury leaned in close to her mouth, their lips nearly touching.
With her sweatpants stopping him from touching bare flesh, Angelina closed her eyes and tried to appear like this wasn’t affecting her.
God, but it is, and I know I can’t hide how I feel.
“Ask me for it.”
She shook her head, not verbally saying anything.
He applied more pressure between her thighs.
“Fucking ask me to touch you.”
She tried not to moan when Fury started rubbing her clit through her sweats.
“Fuck you,” she managed to say, but it was a whispered moan.
He growled right before he adjusted himself above her, ripped her pants down her legs and off one foot, and pushed her thighs apart again. And then he was touching her bare pussy and growling out like some kind of feral animal.
Angelina tried pushing at his hard, pronounced pecs, but she wasn’t really trying if she were being honest.
“You’re fucking soaked for me.” He had his mouth by her ear now, murmuring the words. His jean-covered cock was pressed against her inner thighs now, so hard, so … huge.
Fury started rubbing his fingers through her pussy, and it was hard for her not to just let go and enjoy this, to be swept away by the dark desires and promise of what he could give her. A part of her wanted to just say fuck it all and be that twisted woman.
I hate myself for wanting this, for wanting him.
“Is your life so fucked up you want a bastard like me touching you, getting you off?”
Biting her lip, she must be fucked up to enjoy this. He rubbed her clit, and a gasp of pleasure escaped between her lips.
“Were you just waiting for someone to be a motherfucker to you, to be dirty, and open up this side of you?” His alcohol-laced breath covered her face, but it was intoxicating, and brought her lust out even more. He applied just a little bit of pressure, and she felt tendrils of an orgasm rising violently to the surface.
“No, this isn’t what I want.” She tried pushing him away, but it was weak, and she knew it was all in vain. But Fury didn’t move, didn’t relent in his onslaught.
“If I keep touching this hot little cunt of yours, will you come for me, Angelina?”
She opened her mouth, maybe going to say no, or tell him yes, but a little carnal mewl left her instead.
He continued to rub her clit until her orgasm was right there at the surface. His focus was on her the entire time, his eyes locked on hers, and an intense expression covering his face. Surrendering to him seemed so wrong, but it also seemed so good, so right.
But for as much as she wanted this, wanted to just let go and submit to what was happening around her, she knew she had to be strong, at least for herself.
She pushed at his chest with all her strength, fighting off the pleasure that wanted to take her over the edge. But Fury was so damn strong, and it was like trying to move a ton of bricks off of her.
“Just give in, Angelina,” he said gruffly, softly.
Everything seemed to fade away as she felt her orgasm finally peak. Closing her eyes again, she curled her nails into his hard, warm flesh, and let everything else just vanish. Fury kept rubbing her clit, prolonging the pleasure, and she wished this moment would last forever, that this feeling would never leave her.
Fury was thrusting his cock against her inner thigh, the hardness of it impressive. She panted, tried to suck in air, but it was fruitless. Everything was fading away as she drifted from this moment.