Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Do not fucking hit me.”
“What are you going to do about it?” she snarls, baring her teeth.
I stare at her, and my body roars to life. Wild and feral. Nothing but pure, raw, heat. I shove her wrist around behind her back and then I use both our hands to shove her body closer, until she’s grinding against me.
“That doesn’t solve anything,” she pants.
“Sure as fuck makes me feel better.”
“Boston ...”
I kiss her.
Hard and fuckin’ deep.
She’s not getting away from this.
I need her.
Hell, I just need something.
~*~*~*~
BOSTON
Lips.
Fucking angry pants.
Hair pulling.
Feral hisses.
I kiss her like I’m desperate. Hell. Maybe I am.
She kisses me back with the same ferocity. Hard and deep, angry, drawing blood on my bottom lip as she bites at it.
I’m hard as a fucking rock. And I need release.
I grab hold of her dress and I hike it up around her waist, then I take her panties and tear them aside. I don’t want to wait. I don’t want to make sweet fucking love. I want to fuck her. Raw and deep. Here on my porch. I want her to make me forget everything in the fucking world for a minute, just a god damned minute. And right now, she’s the only woman on the face of this earth that can do that for me.
I shift her aside just enough to jerk my jeans down with some force, and free my cock. It’s pulsing, and she’s hot. I can smell her arousal, and I can feel her pussy heat radiating through my jeans. She wants this just as much as I do. And I’m going to give it to her, as hard and fuckin’ deep as I can. I lift her up, and without warning, slide her down onto my cock. Her pussy hugs my dick like it has been starved of it for a long fuckin’ time.
God damn.
“Yeah,” I growl. “Fuck.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “You’re so hard.”
I am.
I’m so fucking hard it aches. It throbs. It fuckin’ burns. I use my hands to guide her as gently as I can up and down on my cock. She’s whimpering and clutching me, and her head is tipped back as she rides my cock. She wants it, just as much as I do. Her pussy clenches and unclenches around my dick, letting me know this is going to be as short lived for her, as it is for me.
Her moans increase, my cock gets wet from her arousal, and she’s scratching at any part of my body that she can get her hands on. My balls ache as I move her faster, harder, forgetting how sore she is, forgetting that I shouldn’t fucking be doing this. I can’t be what she wants. I can’t be what anyone fuckin’ wants.
Then she moans my name in a breathy voice, and I’m done for.
I come so hard I see stars, my cock pulses and releases into her tiny, tight, fuckin’ sweet body. Her screams join my growls, and I know she’s found her release too, her body trembles against mine.
And only after a few minutes, do either of us catch our breath.
And we sit there. Silently.
I just used her for release.
And she knows it.
After a few moments, she climbs off my lap, adjusts herself and then stares down at me, her eyes flashing. “While that was incredible, I know exactly why you did it. I’m going to say this once, and once only Boston. I can move on with my life. I can be okay without you. But for some reason, I’m here, still wanting you so much my body aches. I don’t want you to drown. Do you hear me? I don’t want you to drown. I want you to swim. I want you to fight the current, and I want you to get your head above water. Because you’re strong, and you’re courageous, and you’re the best man I’ve ever met. Your actions do not define you. But, they can sculpt you, if you allow them to. Slowly, they’ll reform who you are, but only if you let them. There isn’t anything else I can say to you now, that’ll help you. The choice has to be your own.”
With that, she turns and walks out.
Leaving me sitting, completely fucking confused.
Her words hit me right in the gut. She hits me right in the gut. Everything about her draws me closer, and yet I’m so fuckin’ scared of what it all means.
I sit there, silently, for what seems like a fuckin’ eternity.
I think about Penny.
I think about Chantelle.
I think about Nerissa.
I think about the club.
And I think, I wonder if all of those things, are what has sculpted me.
And do I like who they’ve made me become?
A knock at my door snaps me out of my thoughts, and I turn, staring in the direction it came from. Cassie isn’t here, she’s staying with her temporary carer, because I didn’t want her to see me like this, which means it isn’t her. Chantelle left only half an hour ago; surely, she wouldn’t be back, and she wouldn’t knock.