Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Our eyes lock, and I growl, “Hold on tight.”
Kingsley wraps her arms around my neck, and as I enter her with one hard push, her grip on me tightens as her breath explodes from her.
Feeling her warmth around me makes a shudder ripple through my body.
Chapter 11
Kingsley
His eyes… they’re filled with nothing but burning desire.
Mason Chargill.
Badass.
The CRC heir everyone fears.
And right now he’s inside of me. His eyes are on me. He’s breathless because of me.
Pressing my mouth to his, one last thought drifts through me as he pulls out – he tastes like me. He thrusts back into me, hard and fast.
There’s nothing gentle about this man.
He’s a fighter, a hater, a fucker.
Needing air, I break the kiss. I only suck in a couple of breaths of air before Mason grabs a fistful of my hair, and yanking me forward, our mouths crash together. His teeth nip at my lips, and his tongue fights with mine while his thrusts grow harder and deeper.
Damn, this man. His kisses are as intense as his fights.
When a moan drifts from me, it makes him push harder, his thick erection stretching and massaging nerves within me, I didn’t even know existed.
With his rough kisses and the way he moves in and out of me, it feels like he’s trying to devour me.
And it feels soooo good.
It’s not love.
It’s not even hate.
It’s taking and giving what we need most at this moment.
Another human’s touch.
A mutual understanding that it’s okay to take without making promises.
“Fuck,” the word rushes into my mouth as his grip on me hardens, and he drives into me with every bit of his strength, making his muscles contract while he practically sets me alight from all the pleasure.
I let out a moan as another orgasm begins to build, and when it sweeps through me, it’s so damn intense, it rips a cry from me.
Mason’s body begins to tremble, and I watch as the muscles in his neck strain and his shoulders tense under my hands.
“Fuck, Hunt,” he groans, pushing so deep inside me, that it makes ripples of residual pleasure trickle through me.
He empties himself with short thrusts until he ends with a final hard push which shifts my body up the wall. I drink in every inch of his face, from his smoldering eyes to his clenched jaw, while listening to the rapid breaths bursting from him.
As we come down from the high, his eyes meet mine one last time. I see the thoughts returning and how he struggles to find the right thing to say.
Feeling the need to save him, I pull my hands back from his shoulders. “As hot as that was, I need to get to the bathroom.”
The corner of his mouth pulls up, and for a moment, his eyes soften.
Thank you, Hunt.
The words are written all over his face, a tender look making me drop my legs, and forcing him to slip out of me.
When I walk away from him, I say, “I have a sexy ass. You should stare at it while you can.”
I hear his chuckle as I disappear into my bedroom, and then I’m freaking speed walking while trying to clench my legs together.
Yeah, the not so sexy part after sex. Fun.
I catch sight of myself in the bathroom mirror and let out a snort of laughter.
Smooth, Kingsley. Real smooth. You look like a damn penguin.
Mason
I get dressed while I wait for Kingsley to finish in the bathroom. When I’m done, I gather her clothes from the floor and hearing the bathroom door open, I walk toward her bedroom.
My mind is still racing to catch up with what just happened.
Walking into the room, I see Kingsley’s put on a bathrobe, so I set her clothes down on the bed.
I’m not used to feeling out of my depth, but this is a new experience for me, and I’m not quite sure how to handle it.
I’ve never angry fucked anyone before, and even though worry begins to stir in the back of my mind, I’ll be the first to admit it was hot.
But she’s Layla’s best friend. She’s a part of our group.
“I’ll let you out,” Kingsley saves me from having to be the first to speak.
We walk to the front door, but before she can open it, I do another thing I’ve never done before. Taking hold of the back of her neck, I pull her to my chest. I’m not the hugging kind, so instead, I press a kiss to the top of her head.
Fuck. This is going to be all kinds of awkward.
Yeah, you can say that again. You went balls deep into this mistake.
Was it really a mistake, though?
Kingsley pulls back and grins at me. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s time for you to leave. A girl needs her beauty sleep.”