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)
Could Ammo actually want me? And not just physically, like does he feel this gut-wrenching connection also?
“I want this ass, then you can go,” he snarls, jerking open the nightstand drawer to pull out a bottle of lube. And I close my eyes because I would give him everything, do anything, if I believed he felt the same way I feel.
“Marshall...” My voice cracks with emotion as I sit up on my knees and turn, my fingers reaching for his full lips.
He doesn’t pull away, but the pain I saw early in his eyes is gone, replaced by what looks likes boredom, or maybe even regret.
“I’m sorry.” My hand is shaking because I can’t lose him, not over this. His chest rises and falls. He’s right, last night was the best night of my life, and it had nothing to do with my success, and everything to do with him. The way he touched me, held me, our laughter, the smiles that we shared in between kissing.
Why am I so damaged? Do I feel like I don’t deserve him, or this? What would have happened if I hadn’t told him I should go? If I just smiled and let him kiss me?
Say something, Courtney, you’re losing him.
“Please…” My voice trails off, hoping that my fingers and touch will speak for me, let him understand that I need him…
He grabs my wrist, stopping me as he tosses the lube on the bed.
“Speak, Courtney. Use your words, full sentences.” His voice is nothing short of sarcastic as our eyes lock, and I swallow because this is it.
“I don’t want to run. I should never have said that. I have issues...” Again, I swallow because my mouth is so dry, and I hate that I’m this fucked up. It’s not like I’m a teenager, I should be able to verbalize my needs. This is why I write songs, it’s how I communicate…
“You don’t trust me.” He tosses my hand aside and goes to move away, but I wrap both my arms around his neck as he looks down at me.
“Trust is hard for me…” My eyes begin to blur with frustrated tears.
“Well, I don’t want it any other way.” He reaches to remove my hands from his neck as my head spins.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s simple. I want you, all of you, and if you can’t trust me, then, you’re right.” His face is now inches from mine. “Maybe you should stay with Melanie.” Again, his warm hands go to remove mine, but screw that.
Fight. That’s the one thing I do know how to do.
“Marshall, I trust you.” I reach out and press my lips, and I can feel his body fighting me.
I may be emotionally stunted, but I’m not stupid, Ammo wants me. He always wants me. My hand trails down to grab ahold of his velvety hard cock as I moan and arch my tits into his chest. My eyes close as I feel the hot tears I’m trying to hold back slide down my cheeks.
“Look at me,” his voice is almost pained as I stroke him. I slowly open my eyes, his stare making my heart race.
He’s not kidding, he’s looking at me like he wants my very soul.
“I want to love you if you’ll let me,” he tells me as one hand goes to the back of my hair and his tongue and lips kiss away my tears. My heart skips.
“I want to spoil you everyday.” His mouth hovers over my lips.
“Build you up, not strip you down.” And I feel the tears again as his mouth takes mine, in a claiming kiss, his tongue touching my very soul as I feel everything.
The way he smells like fresh spice and a touch of smoke. He tastes like licorice, and I never want this to end. My nails dig into his neck as the other squeezes his erection. And he lifts his head.
Our eyes clash.
His dark with intensity. Ammo knows what he wants, and suddenly I shiver.
Can I really give him my trust? Then again, maybe the real question is how can I not?
“Grab the lube, Courtney.”
AMMO
My eyes narrow on her big gold ones as she lets go of my dick and crawls over to the lube as I take a breath.
Easy, Ammo.
This is not how I saw this morning going, not after last night. The way she owned the stage, the parties afterward. I thought we had finally gotten past the games and insecurities.
I thought wrong.
I take another breath, this time letting her unique smell of vanilla invade me. I wasn’t lying, we can’t work if she doesn’t trust me.
I’ve never considered myself a domineering person, not into labels. But with Courtney…yeah, that’s changed.
Fuck, I’m hard at the thought of my cock penetrating that small, hot hole that’s never been touched before…I clench my jaw so hard it aches, but the pain is a distraction as I watch her go to grab the bottle of lube, that heart-shaped ass is mine.