Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He runs a hand down his face. “I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. The last time I remember having it was when the movie was over. I had turned the ringer back on. I’m going to go look, just in case.” Turning, he gives me his back.
I reach out and grab the back of his shirt. Spinning him around to face me, I wrap my arms around his neck. “I can think of something better you can do now that you’re here.”
I’m not stupid. He’s going to see the video that Colt plastered all over the internet, but I’d like to postpone it for as long as I can. Not because I give a fuck about Nate, but because I don’t want to give Colt the satisfaction of winning.
He pulls his face back, his light brown eyes dropping to my lips. “Are you high? You smell like weed.”
Fuck. “Tatum was smoking. I tried it.” I used to smoke back in high school, but he doesn’t know that.
“Since when did you start smoking?”
I shrug. “It was just one hit.” The thought of Nate coming here to look for his phone never crossed my mind. Otherwise, I would have chosen something else for my revenge. Or waited until another night.
“Raylee.” He glares down at me. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Nothing. I swear.”
He looks like he wants to argue, but instead, he reaches down, grips my bare thighs, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and allow him to carry me to my bed. I need a good fuck after the night I’ve had. And his dick is better than my vibrator.
Dropping me on the bed, he undoes my jean shorts, and I lift my ass so he can wiggle them down along with my thong. While he’s undoing his slacks, I lift my shirt up and over my head and unfasten my bra. I lie back down, and he’s hurrying to put a condom on his dick, which means he doesn’t want me to suck it. I frown because I love doing that.
Once it’s on, he’s on top of me. His tongue is shoved down my throat, and I swallow the spit that comes along with his messy kiss. His hand goes between my legs, and I spread them for easier access. Gripping his dick, he pushes inside me. The thing about Nate is that he has a pretty decent-sized cock. He just doesn’t know how to use it. Not for me anyway. I close my eyes, trying to think of something that will get me off.
My body needs a lot. The main thing for me is the foreplay. I like my sex rough and dirty. Tie me down and make me beg to suck you off. Spit on me, humiliate me. Hell, slap me around and call me your filthy slut. I promise, my body likes it. I’ve done my research, and a few cases say that kinks can be brought on by childhood trauma, but that’s not the case with me.
I’ve told Nate what I like, and although he wasn’t disgusted by it, he also didn’t want to do it that way. He’s not into that kind of stuff.
“Oh, god, baby.” He groans in my ear when his hips start to move.
I run my nails down his back, and he hisses in a breath.
“Not so rough, Ray,” he whines.
I want to roll my eyes. “Stop,” I say with my hand on his chest.
“I thought you wanted to have sex.” He frowns.
See, that was a perfect opportunity for him to slap me across the face and tell me to shut the fuck up. That’s what Colt would have done. Nate’s question alone just ruined it for me. But I can’t stop now. I just need a better position. “I do. Let me roll over.” I push on his chest some more to sit up. I manage to turn over underneath him and push my ass up in the air.
Order me to get on all fours and slap my pussy while you spit on it, my mind yells. But he’s already worried about me and my recent pyro show. I don’t want to scare him more.
I feel him push into me again, and he lays his chest on top of my back, pinning me underneath him. Okay, that’s a little better.
“That’s it, Ray.” He pulls my hair off my shoulder, and just when I think he’s going to wrap it around his fist, he pushes it to the side and gives my shoulder tender kisses. I refrain from sighing. Instead, I close my eyes and imagine that Colt is hovering over me, his hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air while he fucks my ass and calls me his pretty little slut.
The motherfucker has officially ruined any chance I could have at a good sex life.