Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
I made love to Atlas Beck until her legs trembled around my waist, and she came on my dick, now crying for a different reason.
I wiped the sweat from my brow with my forearm before slipping out of her and rising to my knees.
“The first round was for you,” I told her as soon as her eyes cracked open the tiniest bit. “This next one is for me.”
I barely had time to register his words or come down from the euphoria before I was flipped onto my stomach and yanked to my knees. My ass was in the air now, and I was left dazed and confused.
I tried to look over my shoulder, but his hand locked around my nape and pressed my face firmly into the pillow. It smelled like him, but my heart was beating too rapidly to find comfort in that small mercy. I felt his dick prodding at my entrance, and it sent a little thrill down my spine because I knew what was coming next.
With none of the gentleness or care from before, Rowdy shoved himself inside me with a grunt. If it weren’t for his hand on my nape, the force would have sent my head through the headboard. He didn’t wait for me to adjust or get used to his invasion this time.
Rowdy began driving himself inside of me with selfish thrusts.
There was nowhere for me to go. Nothing for me to do but take the brutal strokes. The sound of our skin clapping echoed around the room as Rowdy pounded my pussy and had me questioning my sanity in letting his crazy ass fuck me.
It scared me how good it felt.
After only a few strokes, I found myself reaching back and placing a hand on his contracting abs in a futile effort to slow him down, but he only slapped it away with a growl before fucking me harder.
“Owen, wait. Wait! I—I can’t,” I cried. It was too intense. Too good. I felt like I was losing my mind.
“Yes, you can,” he told me while biting back a moan. “Arch that fucking back.”
I did as he said, and he rewarded me by slowing down a little and deepening his strokes. “Now, tell Daddy it feels good.”
“It feels g-g-good, Daddy.” The words had fallen from my lips too easily.
“Yeah?” He kicked up his pace again, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I let go and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was surprised by how freeing it was.
And then there was nothing at all but him.
The sound of our skin smacking, my helpless cries, and him tunneling in and out of me echoed around the room. I was just glad there was no one living on the other side of the wall to hear every moment of Rowdy fucking me.
I felt another orgasm rising, and I chased the euphoria by throwing my ass back, meeting him halfway until I was fucking him almost as hard as he was fucking me.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Fuck that dick.” Rowdy smacked my ass in approval, and I moaned before digging my knees into the mattress and twerking on his pole with my eyes closed and my head resting on my arms.
It was mindless. Primal. So fucking good.
I didn’t care if fucking my boss—a man nearly twice my age—was right or wrong. I didn’t care about the unknown ties that connected us. I didn’t care about betrayal or grief. I felt only him.
My body seized, and with a startled cry, I came so hard Rowdy hissed when my walls tightened around his dick to keep him inside.
“Ah, fuck, Dream,” he moaned. “You tryin’ to make me come, huh?”
“Yes.” I looked over my shoulder and purposely squeezed my walls around him when our eyes met. “I want you to come for me, Daddy.”
His fingers dug into my hips, my only warning before he took over. This time, I didn’t fuck him back.
I was too spent, and he didn’t seem to care as he folded himself over me and drove me into the mattress with short, hard punches. I could smell my pussy and the Hennessy on his breath—feel the harsh puffs of air on my cheek—as he used my body to chase his nut without any regard for me. Somehow, it turned me on even more, and I came again with a soundless scream that mingled with Rowdy’s choked groan as he thrust inside me one last time and flooded the condom.
I had this crazy thought as I lay there—this momentary lapse in judgment when I wished there was no barrier between us, and it had been me he came inside.
I wasn’t even on birth control.
Sutton and I had stopped fucking months before I found him in bed with Sienna, and I’d been too distracted by my dying father to keep up with doctor’s appointments.