Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I walked toward her, and she backed into the doorjamb, yelped, and let out a strangled laugh.
“Good night,” I said, stopping inches from her body. Heat grew between us, and her breasts rose and fell, almost frantically. She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, and I fixated on it.
“Good night.” It came from her in a croak.
I reached past her and flicked on the hall light at the switch, then winked. “In case you get scared or lost. You know where to find me.”
“Thanks.” She slipped sideways and into her room, still flushing, then nodded once and shut the guest room door.
She still hadn’t caved. This woman was the only one I’d wanted like this in… ever, and she was the only one who’d resisted. Usually, a look was enough. A smile. The rumble of my voice.
I stood there, frozen in front of her door, and leaned my forearm against the jamb, balled my hand into a fist.
Every muscle screamed for her. My dick ached. The scent of her was thick on the air, lavender and vanilla now, no sweat. She’d showered before dinner, and listening to the water hitting the tiles in the bathroom had been torture in its purest form.
What is it about this chick? She’s just another woman. She’s not anything special.
Except, she was. She was defiant, angry, sexy, sleek, and willing to sleep on the floor at her work without any fear. And she moved like a dancer, like a queen.
“Idiot,” I muttered and made to push off the door.
A tight, soft moan stopped me.
Those tight muscles fucking liquefied.
Had that been…?
God is punishing me. I don’t know what it’s for. No, that’s a lie, ha. I’ll always be his favorite dickhead.
Another moan, and my cock throbbed against my pants, scraping and begging for freedom. Moisture there, too. Precum. That hadn’t happened in years. I was so turned on I’d leaked.
Yeah, definitely punishing me.
I leaned in, listening hard, drawn to her sounds even though this had to qualify me as a stalker. Again, baby, come on. Let me hear you come.
Riley’s voice lifted ever so slightly. The moan was louder this time and accompanied by the wet sounds of her pleasure. I pictured her on the bed, two fingers working that pussy, lips opening like a flower to the morning sun, and another one circling her clit, her legs shaking, her tits out, nipples slightly puffy, pink.
Her face contorted, rapture tearing her apart from the inside out. Lips open, tongue trailing saliva across them, eyes open but glazed over, caught in her fantasy.
Fuck!
“Oh god,” she whispered. “Oh god, oh god.”
Is that what they’re calling me now?
“Oh god, baby, yes.”
My fists were steel blocks, and the bar between my shoulders pained me. I held back so hard I was on the brink of snapping. One second more, that was all, and I’d have to turn and walk away or I’d crash in there like a devilish beast and ask her if it was me she needed inside her.
Me she wanted to—
“Jax,” she whimpered. “Jax, oh my god.”
Stick a fork in me, I’m done.
I spun on my heel, dropped one hand to my dick, and walked back to my room, gripping it hard, stroking my thumb over the outline of its tip. My hips jerked. I was almost there.
Riley’s moans were muted now, thank god.
If I heard what she said I’d turn back. I couldn’t turn back. Couldn’t scare her.
My body screamed “beast,” while my mind restrained it.
I shut my bedroom door and locked it for good measure then unzipped and brought my cock out.
It was so hard it’d gone red. It was fucking angry. It needed release.
It needs Riley.
She would be different from the others. Experienced, softer, sweeter.
I walked to the wall that separated the guest room from mine, placed my forehead against it and exhaled, hard. No noise, but this was the closest point to her.
Come for me, baby. Come hard. Break for me. Moan for me. Scream my name.
I spat on my palm and smoothed it over my dick, the ridges, the veins, picturing Riley’s expression the first time she saw it. She’d gasp, her eyelids would flutter. She’d wonder how it’d possibly fit inside that tight pussy, between those puffy lips.
I’d bend her over backward, wrap those legs around her fucking head, lift her up and work her on my dick until she came undone and pulsed around it, worked it for all she was worth.
My strokes were steady but fast. My breaths whistled through clenched teeth.
“Fuck,” I softly growled. “Fuck, Riley. You’re mine. You’re mine.”
My balls tightened, lifted. My hips bucked on their own, cock thrusting against my palm, when really it belonged inside her. I turned and braced myself on the desk, still thrusting. Cum spurted from me, splattered on the wood, and I groaned, threw my head back.