Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“That’s true,” he affirmed as we reached my door. “We’ve both been only seeing each other, no one else.”
“That’s kinda funny, ain’t it?”
As soon as I opened my door, he shoved me through, slammed it behind him, then put me face-first up against it, pinning me there, his chest to my back.
“There will be no more fucking nameless guys for you,” he rumbled in my ear. “Are you getting that? Are you hearing me?”
“Of course not,” I swore. “It’s us now, me and you. Don’t be stupid.”
“Take off your shoes,” he ordered, roughly turning me around to face him, his hands on the front of my dress shirt, yanking it out of my pants before going to work on the buttons. “And pass me the gun and holster.”
I toed off my shoes, that were actually his, as fast as I could and then complied with the rest of his order, bending over to unbuckle the strap, then straightening up and handing it over. He took it from me, and then put his hand flat on my chest, pressing me back against the door.
“Stay.”
“Why would I move?” I asked, sounding as breathless as I felt.
Quickly, he put the holstered gun on the crappy coffee table that came with the apartment and was back in seconds.
“I really loved you wearing my clothes today,” he told me, his hot gaze locked with mine. “It felt good seeing things of mine next to your skin.”
“You liked that, did you?”
“Very much,” he answered, yanking my shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. “I want the pants off while I go get your lube.”
“You don’t even—”
“I know where everything is,” he declared, leaving me to stare after him.
“I have a bedroom,” I called out as I unbelted, unbuttoned, and unzipped before shoving my briefs and pants to my knees in one go. “Do you maybe want me to go there?”
“No,” he said, sauntering back, and the moment he reached me, I was spun around and again pinned face-first against my front door. “I mean, you fuck outside showers, so what the hell do you need a bed for?”
I smiled against the hardwood surface as I heard him open the lube. “You seem upset.”
“You just give yourself away to anyone who will take you? Is that what you do?”
“I—oh,” I mewled as he roughly screwed two thick, lubed fingers into my ass. It felt amazing, the exact amount of sting I liked before my pleasure. He was relentless with the press and stretch, and my cock hardened fast. He was manhandling me, and that was perfect.
“Answer,” he barked at me.
“I forgot the question,” I moaned as he added a third finger. The twinge in my ass hurt only for a moment before becoming an ache for more.
“I said, you fucked everyone,” he rasped, taking my cock in his lubed hand and stroking me fast and dirty at the same time his fingers in my ass pushed in deeper and harder. “Is that right? Do I have it correct?”
“Yes,” I replied, bucking in his tight grip, pushing forward into his hand and then back onto his fingers. “I was with a lot of men.”
“Which has nothing to do with me except for this.” He released my shaft, grabbed hold of my hip with one hand, and guided the head of his cock to my entrance with the other. “You’re with me now, and I don’t share.”
“Which is all I ever wanted, so can we be done with you bein’ mad?”
“Not mad,” he insisted as he parted my cheeks with the wide head of his cock and thrust inside me. “Just needing to be clear.”
It hurt for several oversensitized moments, he was thick and long, but he waited, letting my muscles stretch around him and then tighten.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes,” I husked.
“Then?” he prodded, not angry, but it was a near thing as he began to move.
“What do you need me to be clear about?” I managed to get out as his hand slipped around my cock, stroking sensuously, languorously, providing a counterpoint to the club filling my channel, sliding forward and back, the angle of his entry, the burn, and his powerful strokes almost more than I could bear.
“The fact that I’m a very possessive man,” he confirmed smugly as my muscles, which had fought and resisted his intrusion, loosened enough so I was impaled, suddenly, his dick completely buried in my ass.
I cried out but he didn’t check if he hurt me, didn’t ask stupid questions because he knew better. Knew me. This man would never hurt me in any way, and most of all, he was settling something deep in my chest with his words.
“You’re mine,” he said low and guttural as he wrapped me in his arms, all of him held inside my body as I let myself relax into his care. “I finally figured out who I needed to put my life in balance. My career, my family, my goals, all of it was on track, only one thing missing.”