Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
His grip loosens a bit and that calculating look rushes to his eyes, making them a darker green.
Rainy forest green.
Dead green.
He probably comes to the same conclusion as he connects patterns. Jones is so obvious that anyone with little analytical skills could tell. It’s a pity she’s crushing over a dumb girl, but smart people are usually stupid as fuck in these types of situations.
“Finished with the jealousy fit, baby?” I ask with a grin.
Carson’s fingers tighten again, so hard, I cough, my airways closing and my lungs burning.
“I told you to stop calling me that. I’m not your baby!”
“Whatever…you…want…baby…” I battle to speak every word.
“This fucking…” He rolls the stool and shoves my head against the counter, the sharp sting reverberating in my skull, but I’m smiling up at him.
At his harsh breaths, his rising and falling chest as he leans close with that manic look in his eyes.
I love it.
The loss of control.
The confusion.
The chaotic fucking mania.
Honestly, he could kill me—maybe even by accident—but none of it matters when his strawberry-laced breath fans across my face, brushing against my lips like a forbidden whisper.
“Who else sucks your limp dick, Kayden?”
My vision blurs at the edges, but I reach out a hand and grab his face. He tries to pull away, his mouth falling open, but I tug him close and feast on those lips.
I shouldn’t.
Kissing him is a boundary I’m not supposed to cross.
But fuck if I care.
I thrust my tongue inside his mouth before he can clamp his teeth shut, then slurp the remnants of strawberry off his tongue. I’ve never cared that much about the fruit, but now, mixed with him, it’s an aphrodisiac that shoots straight to my balls.
He shakes, my little monster. He’s losing all fucking control, shuddering like a goddamn leaf as a small noise escapes him.
And I use that noise to fucking devour him.
Nipping on his tongue, lips, eating his goddamn beautiful face until it’s etched inside me.
He tastes like forbidden fruit—something I shouldn’t even be near, let alone touch. And yet here I am, licking his skin, devouring and consuming him whole.
“Mmmf…” Carson tries to stop me, his fingers tightening, but it only lasts a second, one measly second of fight, before he bites my tongue.
Hard.
A metallic taste explodes in our mouths.
The menace sure loves to draw blood. I do, too, because my cock is thrusting against the thin fabric of my pants.
And I bite him back. He grunts, his hold loosening, and his taste exploding in my mouth.
Fucking beautiful. I can swallow him whole, both literally and figuratively.
He acts so disinterested until I touch him, and then he’s putty in my hands.
A toy to play with however I goddamn please.
I wrap my arm around his lean waist and slam him down on top of me. We groan in unison as his bulge rubs against mine, because he’s also hard, my little monster.
The line of his cock glides over mine, eliciting a shudder from him.
“Love it when you’re hard for me, baby,” I whisper against his lips, then sink my teeth into the pillowy surface of the bottom one and bite.
He grunts, the sound vibrating against my chest and rushing to my cock.
“Shut…the fuck up.”
I bite harder until the skin breaks, then I lick on the small droplets of blood, wiping it clean. “Language.”
“Fuck.” His bulge grows hot and heavy, rubbing unconsciously, chaotically, like he can’t control his hips.
“I said.” I lower my hand from his waist and spank his ass over his jeans. “Language.”
That makes him shake, his breaths coming in quick, fractured puffs. He truly loves the pain. It makes him lose inhibition and become such an adorable little slut.
He blinks, struggling to regain control of his thoughts. “Stop doing that.”
“This?” I slap him again and he jolts, his neck growing red. “But you crave it far too much.”
His lips tremble, but he chokes me again, shoving my head back on the island. “Don’t touch me with hands you’ve had on other students.”
“You’re my one and only, baby.”
I don’t know why I say it. In reality, I shouldn’t give a fuck what he thinks, and I certainly shouldn’t be exclusive to the asshole, but I’m glad I said it, because something mesmerizing happens.
Red creeps up his neck, forming a hue over his fair complexion and tinting his ears red. The reddest I’ve ever seen.
And he all but loses strength in his hand. It’s still around my neck, but it’s unsteady and weak, so I lift my face again, darting my tongue and licking those ears.
The lobe, the shell, even thrusting my tongue inside, and he shivers. He’s so hot and hard, it’s driving me absolutely insane.
Because I can’t get enough of his muffled noises.
His little twitches.
The way his green eyes brighten up until they’re as clear as the Caribbean Sea.