Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Tell me you want me,” I whisper in her ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Fuck me, Cole,” she murmurs.
Fuck.
I thrust in, and her gasp meets my moan in a blissful explosion of lust. Like animals, we fuck against the wall, kissing and bouncing up and down. She rides me like an expert while sweat drips down my forehead, and her pussy is wetter than anything I’ve ever felt before.
We were made for each other, her and me, like lightning and thunder in the night sky.
And I can’t fucking stop loving her.
Our mouths entangle in a furious battle while we fuck like madmen high on lust. Her body quakes with need as goose bumps scatter on her skin. My cock pulses inside her, and I’m slamming into her so hard I can barely fucking keep it together.
I move away from the wall and carry her to the table in the back of the room where I put her down and swipe everything off it. She lies down, and I fuck her against the table like a savage, my hands grasping at her waist and tits. I’m delirious with need, completely consumed by my own desire. I lean over to kiss her on the neck, drawing a line all the way down to her nipples, which peak from the attention I lavishly dish out.
And when I lean up to slam into her fully, her eyes almost roll into the back of her head.
A filthy smile spreads on my lips, knowing it was me who made her feel this way. After all this waiting, all this fighting, all this tugging and pulling, she is finally mine.
“You’re fucking mine, Monica Romero,” I growl, thrusting in and out as she mewls with delight. “And you’d better fucking be ready for it.”
“Fuck …” she moans. “Harder.”
It turns out, she’s much more of a twisted vixen than I thought.
My hand slides down her body, caressing her skin until the goose bumps create a trail all the way down to her pussy where I start to toy with her clit. She overflows with wetness. It’s dripping down the side of the table. She widens her legs and raises one on top of the table, her pussy eager for more as I both slam into her and play with her until she’s at the brink.
Because I don’t just want her for my own pleasure, I want hers too. I want all of it.
And I don’t fucking stop until she’s moaning out loud, practically begging me to make her come.
I slam into her with everything I have. “Come for me, Monica. Show me how much you really want me.”
Right then, her pussy contracts around my cock and delicious shockwaves make her whole body spasm while I flick her clit. The sound of her moans push me over the limit, and I explode inside her with a roar.
Towering over her, I plant my hands beside her on the table to collect myself for a moment, still panting like hell. My eyes lower as I contemplate what just happened. What I just did. I completely fucked her into oblivion with no remorse, no conscience. I didn’t spend even a single second thinking about the consequences for her … about what it would mean for her and her body when someone would take her like that. And that it could bring up memories from the past that could seriously hurt her.
I could’ve hurt her.
My dick slips out of her, but she leans up on her elbows and smiles at me.
She actually fucking smiles at me. What the …?
“Don’t feel guilty,” she says, her hand rising to caress my cheek. “I’m okay.”
I blow out a sigh of relief and grab ahold of her, hugging her tight. The first time I felt this feeling, it was unfamiliar to me. A kind of emotional connection that makes it hard not to care. But now, it makes me feel at ease, and I want her to feel good.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I say. “I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“I know,” she says, licking her lips. “But you’ve never made me feel that way. I feel safe around you.”
Something inside my body swells with heat, and I swear to God my heart is beating in a way it never has before.
Maybe this is what it was supposed to feel like, what I’ve been searching for all this time.
Suddenly, someone rummages outside the door, and we quickly gather our things and put on our clothes. Well, as much as possible, of course, because I basically ripped her clothes to shreds, and it makes her giggle when she looks at them.
“I guess I should go home and change,” she murmurs.
“Hello?”
Monica
Someone else’s voice makes us turn around.
“Shit,” Cole mutters. “Someone’s caught us.”
“Or they just needed to be here?” I reply, quickly adjusting my shirt so that it looks at least acceptable even though it’s missing a few buttons.