Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
God, is he going to fit inside me? He has before, but it hurt each time.
It stretched me to unbelievable limits, and I felt him for days.
I almost tell him to be gentle, but the words don’t form. I don’t want him to be gentle. I want him to fuck me so hard I can’t think right in the middle of this hallway. Again, my body flushes hot at the thought that someone could see us.
Let them.
The secret will be out soon enough anyway.
I brace my hands against the cold wall as Braken lines up the tip of his cock with my entrance. Though I’m wet, the first push stings. Each little choppy thrust to get inside stretches my walls with the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts. “And so fucking wet.”
His deep voice sends shivers down my spine. My walls pulse around him and suck him in until he’s completely inside me. Braken gives three shallow thrusts to get me used to his size, but that’s all I get. He grips my hips, and his fingers bite into me as he starts really fucking me.
Toe-curling pleasure replaces the pain every time his dick hits deep inside me. My entire body is on fire whenever his hips buck into mine. I can’t stop moaning, fingers digging into the wallpaper as I cling to the wall. Fuck, it feels so good. Braken presses on my back to make me arch even more and holds me steady as he fucks me even deeper. My legs shake and burn with the position, but I don’t dare move. He’s so deep, filling me so perfectly until I can’t breathe.
I move one of my hands from the wall and down my body, but before I can touch my clit, Braken grabs my hand and pins it against the wall.
“I don’t fucking think so,” he mocks. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”
I’m about to complain that I need more, that I need something to bring that high again, when his hand lands firmly on my ass. The sting hurts but is so good. He does it again, the ringing on my skin louder than the snaps of his hips. Braken gives me a third slap, and my gasp turns into a moan the second that hand wraps around and finds my clit. He rubs in time with his sharp thrusts, his dick dragging against my walls, and my swollen clit throbs with the need for release.
I push my hips back against his, chasing that high for another time. Braken’s dick hits that spot that makes me whine, his fingers working me into a sweaty, dizzy mess. I squeeze my eyes closed as pleasure mounts. I teeter on the edge of my second orgasm, a desperate plea on my lips. So close, so close, so close…
“Come, Fiora,” Braken growls, huffing for breath and pressing hard on my clit. “Come for me.”
His growled command sets me off. My toes curl, pleasure running up and down my spine, my body shuddering and shivering as I come. I don’t know if I yell or moan or scream; my mind is lost in a white-hot haze. My trembling body is kept upright by a firm hand on my hip.
I’m still swimming in pleasure when Braken slams into me a few more times and grunts something that sounds like my name.
His warm cum paints my walls and fills me to the brim. Shit. He’s done it on purpose. He’s marking me in every way, making sure I know I’m his. Thank God I’m on birth control.
Our mixed juices drip down my folds when he pulls out. As soon as he lets me go, I collapse against the wall, my skirt falling and sticking to my sweaty legs. I turn back slightly to check around us. No one. It’s still only Braken and me in this back hallway that now smells of sex and sweat.
Braken stuffs his still-hard cock back into his underwear and zips up his pants, that stupid smirk on his face. Goddamnit, what did I just do? And why am I sad his dick is back to being covered up?
“Believe whatever you’d like, Fiora.” Braken fixes a few sweaty hairs from his forehead. How can he look so fucking perfect? I hate it. “But just know whose cum is dripping from you every step you take.”
Then Braken walks off and leaves me catching my breath against the wall.
Bastard.
Chapter 28
Soren
We pull up to the abandoned building in the early morning hour.
Late last night, a text message from Nexxor greeted Braken with an address of a workplace in Seattle, a picture, and a few arrest records. James Allen Porter, aged thirty-one. A long rap sheet of possession and selling of drugs, the most recent a few months ago. Pulled over a week ago for speeding on a street close to the stadium. The file has plates that match the car in the footage.