Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
"Go to hell." She jerks me off in that perfect hand, her eyes locked on my face. "You don't get to tell me what to do. I decide when to suck your cock. I decide if I want to ride it."
"Keep being a mouthy little brat," I growl. "I'll bend you over the fucking bench and spank your gorgeous ass while you beg me to let you ride it."
"You wish."
"Yeah, I do," I say. "Every minute of the day, Peyton. What part of that aren't you getting? You're the only goddamn thing I think about."
She plunges down on me again, and I realize her game. She's fighting like hell to stay mad, and every time I say something sweet, she wavers. She forgets why she's so pissed at me. And she's desperate to stay mad. Because so long as she's mad, she doesn't have to admit that she fucking loves me, too. She doesn't have to admit that she's so worried about me ruining my career because she's spent her whole damn life being told that she'll never deserve anything except the shit people have flung at her since before she was born. And she doesn't have to admit that she's scared.
Peyton doesn't do scared. She does pissed. She does sassy. She does ball-busting and mouthy. But scared? Nothing makes her skin crawl more than fear. And nothing makes her more afraid than the thought of losing me.
She plunges down on me again and then again, taking me as far as she can before she chokes and has to back off.
"Is that all you've got, baby?" I ask, smirking down at her. Giving her exactly what she needs because of fucking course I do. I'm hers in every way. My heart beats for her. It has since the minute I met her…and I know all the way to my bones that it always will. She owns me, body and soul.
Her eyes narrow, her grip tightening. She sucks me into her mouth again, her tongue sliding down my shaft.
My eyes threaten to roll back in my head. I grunt quietly; my eyes locked on her face. She's a goddess on her knees as she works me over, tormenting me with that perfect fucking mouth. And I let her. I egg her on, taunting her until I can't take it anymore.
She's panting when I pluck her up from the floor, shoving her up against the wall. My lips come down on hers, branding my claim against her perfect mouth.
"Get your legs around my waist," I growl. "Now."
She pulls my hair in response.
I snarl, slamming myself inside her. And Christ, it's like coming home. She's tight, wet perfection around my cock, gripping me like she's never going to let go.
"Do you hate me now, Peyton?" I ask, burying my face in her throat to kiss and bite everywhere I can reach.
"No. I mean yes."
"Fucking liar." I pound into her, fucking her so hard I can't breathe. But neither can she. All she can do is claw those little nails down my back and take it. "You're so goddamn in love with me that it terrifies you."
"Yeah? And you think you aren't, Logan?" She pulls my hair again, yanking my head to the side to kiss me. "You're fucking obsessed with me."
She has no idea just how obsessed I am. Hitting a photographer is just scratching the surface of the shit I'd do for her. But I don't tell her that because that isn't what she needs to hear right now. Right now, she needs to feel like she has a little bit of control. She needs me to be bossy and rude and play her game.
Shit, maybe that's what I need too. Because I don't know how the fuck else I'm supposed to get through to her and make her realize that I'm not going anywhere. No matter how hard she fights, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here, hitting photographers and fighting her infuriating little ass until the cows come home.
"Shut the fuck up and come on my cock like a good girl, Peyton," I snarl, biting her lip. "Before I decide not to let you come at all."
"Shut up and make me."
Challenge accepted.
I slip my hand between our bodies, pounding into her while I play with her hard little clit. She gasps, her head falling back against the wall.
"I…I…"
"Do it. Now," I order, trying to hold off my own orgasm as her inner muscle clench and flutter all up and down my shaft.
She whimpers my name, her eyes rolling back.
I growl, yanking her down on me as she shatters, sending me hurtling over the edge with her. Her pussy milks the cum from my balls, draining every drop inside her perfect body.
My goddamn knees give out.
I spin, collapsing down the wall with her in my arms.