Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Christ. I glance over at Victor. The fucker must be made of ice. He’s not checking out her ass. Instead his watchful gaze is still on me.
Where he’ll see more soon. “This reward ain’t a fucking show,” I tell him.
He shrugs. “I’ve got to see it done.”
“I’m sure as hell not going to come with you watching me. My dick’s tiny, so it’s real timid.” And I don’t share. Another man looking is too damn close to sharing. I don’t want anyone to have any of her. “And it’s going to shrivel if I have to look at your face.”
Fucker doesn’t leave, but he turns sideways so we’re only in his periphery. Good enough.
Cherry all but runs back to me, drops the pillow to the concrete and sinks down—as if afraid I’ll change my mind and send her off to blow Tusk or Hatchet.
She’s shaking all over. Her hands as she reaches for the front of my sweats. Her every rapid, shallow breath. Her soft lips as she looks up at me.
Shaking like she’s never done this before. Like she hasn’t lured in a million guys with that mouth.
Maybe even me. “Did we get this far that night?”
“No,” she says softly. Her trembling fingers curl over my waistband.
“But you would have, yeah? You were so wet and hot for my cock when I was kissing you.”
Her pale face pinkens. That sweet blush surges straight down the length of my dick, leaving me hard and aching. Without her even touching me yet.
“I would have had you on your knees that night. After I’d eaten your pussy. And after I’d fucked you good and hard, stretched your hot little hole with every inch of my dick.”
Those were my priorities. The blowjob could have waited until round two.
Her blush deepens but she still doesn’t do anything else. Because she’s waiting for permission, I realize. Looking up at me, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“Go on, then,” I tell her hoarsely. “Give me a hot, wet hole to fill.”
Freezing air surrounds my cock when she drags down the front of the sweats, but I don’t feel the cold. Not while watching her eyes go wide as her gaze measures my erect length.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she whispers, “You’re not tiny.”
“And you look like a greedy girl who likes them long and thick,” I rasp. “Now show me how you use that pretty, pretty mouth as bait.”
That makes her lips press tight again. But her hands come up and take hold of my shaft, and that’s…ah fuck. Awkward. Her palms are soft and dry, but her fingers are freezing in the cold air, and her grip is so damn light. I can barely feel the stroke of her skin over mine—yet it’s also all that I feel. Like a tease of sensation that my entire body craves more of. More of this sweetness, more of this softness.
Ah Christ. I clench my teeth against a groan, everything in me focused on the slight pleasure of that touch.
Those emerald eyes meet mine, shining with a light I haven’t seen in them before. Something bright and hopeful. “You like this?” she asks breathlessly.
I laugh. “Fuck no. As hand jobs rate, this is the worst I’ve ever had. No wonder you have to drug them.”
That light blinks out and her gaze drops.
That rot rolls back in. But for the best. For a moment there, I forgot what this was. Because she was making me feel so fucking good. Chasing after the pleasure of her touch. Pushing away the pain.
But it’s a reward. For killing Crash.
I can’t let the pain filling me up vanish. Because I know now what would replace it—what I’d need to replace it. Cherry. And all her softness.
“You call this a reward?” I throw at Victor. “She’s got hands like a dead fish.”
She releases my cock like it burned her, bowing her head.
“For fuck’s sake, Cherry,” Victor snaps. “Just suck him off and get it done.”
“Cherry’s sucking who off?” Tusk’s demand cuts through the quiet in the barn. “That pussy’s mine! That mouth is mine!”
“Is it, Tusk?” Cherry says softly and laughs, but when her head comes up there’s no amusement there. Instead there’s just…rage.
Oh fuck. I like that. So much better than wounded. Better than sorry.
I like that rage a hell of a lot.
Sparks fly through emerald as she calls out, “You think this pussy is yours, Tusk?”
“I earned it!” he roars.
“But he’s the one who got the reward!” she calls back, then leans in to rub her cheek against my cock, moaning loudly, “Oh, Stone. Your dick tastes so good. Mmmmmmmm. I just want to slurp up your cum again and again.”
Oh shit. A laugh rolls through me as an enraged bellow echoes from the rafters. The fucker sounds as if he’s losing his mind.