Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Garrett’s hands grabbed my waist, and he spun me around to face him. The ferocity in his eyes startled me. “I’ll fuck you until all you see and want is me.”
Well, at the moment, that was already the case. I didn’t tell him that.
I simply took a deep breath and jumped off the cliff I’d been teetering on. “Touch me.”
The flare of vehemence in his eyes before his mouth slammed down over mine sent a thrill through me that I felt all the way to my toes. His hand clamped around my throat again as he turned me, backing me up until I felt the bed hit my backside. He grabbed me around the waist with his free hand and perched me on the bed while his tongue slid smoothly over mine. The hint of cinnamon and cigar made for a craving I hadn’t known I had.
His teeth took my bottom lip in his, and he groaned as his hand squeezed my neck. My body arched against him, even with the rough way he was handling me. Instead of frightening me, it was creating a dark frenzy. I wanted more of this. I didn’t want it to stop.
I cried out as he grabbed my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin while he jerked my legs open forcefully. It hurt, but at the same time, the way he was taking me only seemed to fan this insanity that was controlling my body. He shoved my panties aside, then thrust two of his fingers inside of me without any preparation.
“Oh God!” I shouted, grabbing on to his biceps that flexed under my touch.
He bit down on the curve between my neck and shoulder, causing me to buck underneath him. His fingers went deeper, and I gasped. That was going to leave a mark.
“That’s a tight pussy, pretty baby,” he growled as he looked down at me. “Barely handling my two fingers.”
I was desperate. Whatever he wanted to do, I was willing. This was the best sexual experience of my life. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“I’m gonna fuck it so hard that you’ll feel me tomorrow. But first, I need a taste,” he said just before he ripped the panties off me and shoved me back onto the bed.
Grabbing my legs with enough force to bruise my thighs, he opened me.
I panted as I watched him look down at my bare pussy. His eyes darkened further, and I was ready to start weeping and begging. I didn’t care how many bruises he left on me; I just wanted more.
“So fucking pink and wet,” he said in a thick, deep voice before burying his head between my legs.
The first swipe of his tongue almost sent me spiraling into an orgasm. I grabbed the back of his head and sobbed in relief. Like everything else Garrett Hughes did in life, he did this with a vengeance. He ate me as if he couldn’t get enough. Growling and lapping at my tender flesh before taking nips at my folds, then diving back in to sink his tongue inside of me some more.
When the explosion hit me, I screamed his name while my body seized beneath his mouth. There was nothing normal about the orgasm that took me. The nirvana he had brought me to was mind-blowing.
My body continued to pulse as he stood over me and jerked his pants down. My eyes locked in on his swollen cock. It was as gorgeous as the rest of him. He tore open a condom, then slid it down over his length; it was so quick that I hadn’t recovered before he sank into me with one hard thrust.
“FUCK!” he roared over me, his neck flexing as he threw his head back.
Watching the pleasure on his face was a thing of beauty. With one hand, he grabbed a breast and gently rubbed my erect nipple before he squeezed hard while his other hand went back to my neck and held me down with just enough pressure to cause a slight panic.
He began pumping his hips while he stared down at me with a savage gleam in his eyes. The bluish gray almost taken over by the black of his pupils.
“Such a hot little pussy,” he hissed. “Squeezing my dick and sucking me like your mouth is going to do.”
I let out a strangled sound as his hand tightened on my throat. The mixture of bliss and brutality was bringing me to some other form of release. One that terrified and thrilled me. My hands wrapped around his arm, although I didn’t try and pull him from his hold on my throat.
“You want it. You want me to take it. I can see it in those golden eyes of yours. Begging me to fuck you, own this pussy. It excites you,” he panted as a devilish grin curled on his lips.