Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Only nasty girls get this wet.” I finger fuck her feeling her cunt getting tighter, already greedily latching onto my fingers.
“Court…” I pull my fingers out and start to rub her clit hard. “Be my good little slut and fucking come for me.” Releasing my hand on her neck, she goes over, her eyes flutter but stay focused on mine, and I see everything as her cunt spasms on my hand.
“Good girl,” She sobs out and grabs ahold of my t-shirt as I grunt.
“My turn.” Lifting her up by the back of her legs, and spread her wide, as I slam my cock deep inside her.
“Holy Christ…” she screams and I groan because fuck, she’s tight.
“Take it.” I pound into her. I’m beyond holding back as I look down to see my glistening cock impaling her.
“Watch me fuck your tight cunt,” I demand. She looks down, chanting my name as she digs her nails into my neck.
“Yeah, that’s it, dig your nails in me,” I order. Taking her lips, I shove my tongue in her mouth, demanding she keep up with me as we let our tongues battle.
In and out I rut into her. She’s close, her cunt is gripping me like a vise as I break the kiss to stare at her, needing to see her go over again.
“That’s it, princess, squeeze my cock,” I growl because my balls are hard and wet with her juices, my stomach muscles tightening to the point of pain it feels so good.
“Ammo…” she screams. “I’m coming…” Feeling her nails in my neck, the sting sends me over and my body jerks into hers.
“Fuck,” I hiss, letting go, my seed spurting out and into her.
“Oh. My…fucking God.” Courtney’s head rolls back and forth as I smile, stopping her movement to rest my mouth on her forehead as my cock still jerks in her cunt, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“Don’t talk.” I pull out, her legs sliding to the floor as she holds onto me.
“I can’t walk.” She smiles, biting her bottom lip, and my heart almost aches. She so rarely smiles in my presence, so when she gifts you one, you almost feel high. Well, that, and I just had one of the best orgasms of my life.
“What did we just do?” This time she laughs, and I cock my head to stare. My eyes caressing her face, almost memorizing it she’s so stunning…so fucking radiant.
“You’re beautiful.” I rub her lips with my thumb, almost confused at my reaction that I’m having to her.
It’s just sex, so why do I want to rub my chest where my heart beats, then sit down and write a song about her smile that sets the world on fire?
The fuck is happening?
I kiss her forehead, and take a step back, pulling up my jeans. “You hungry?”
“Um, yeah.” She clears her throat as she looks around her bathroom. Billie Holiday is now gone, and Amy Winehouse is spilling out her woes.
“Pizza? How does Dino’s sound?” I move away as she nods and takes a step as if testing her legs, Jesus Christ, that wasn’t sex, that was violent mating. I fucked her so hard she can barely walk.
“You okay?” I lift an eyebrow, not being able to stop myself from grinning, she’s a spoiled brat, and I can’t stand her. But, fuck me, she’s got a magical pussy.
Get your head on straight, Marshall, you came here to tell her off, not get her off. Jesus Christ, we both look like losers, smiling and shit.
“I’m… good.” She groans, arching her back, her full tits and hard nipples jutting out, and for the first time in my life, I actually have to walk away, or I’m gonna toss her on the bed and feast on her for hours. Plus, there are things that need to be said.
Walk away, Marshall.
“I’ll order some food. We need to talk,” I state. And it’s like my words are a bucket of cold water thrown in her face. Her flirty smile instantly turns back into her signature frown.
“Fantastic.” She straightens and turns her back to me, causing me to grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches, as I stare at her perfect ass.
“Can you give me some privacy, please.” Her voice is bored as she glares over her shoulder. Her eyes are now staring daggers at me, which is better than both of us grinning like fucking teenagers, acting like we like each other or some shit.
We don’t.
Yeah, we definitely have chemistry together, but that will fade, it always does. I’m a fuck ’em and leave them kind of guy. So my cock that’s already pushing painfully against my jeans, needing her pussy all over again, is pissing me off.
Best-case scenario, this electricity between us will transfer over into her music. Because this can’t happen again. I don’t appreciate the way she acts, or really anything she does.