Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
“Do you think of me too, Penelope?” he asks.
I don’t know how to respond, if I even could with his big dick in my mouth.
“Or do you only think of them?”
He thrusts in with no remorse.
I try to shake my head, but I’m not sure if I’m only doing it to tell him what he wants to hear, or if I truly believe it.
Because a dark part of me I buried deep down inside my soul craves more.
More. More.
My legs squeeze together.
Fuck, it’s coming soon.
“No coming yet, Penelope,” Alistair groans. “Suck me like you sucked him first and maybe I’ll let you.”
Fuck, this is hot.
Even if I don’t want it to be.
It’s panty-melting hot.
And I struggle not to make a sound as he pushes my buttons and forces me to face my own limits.
“Can you take me as far as you took him?” he asks.
I gasp for air when he finally pulls out for a moment. “I can try.”
“Give me everything you have,” he says. “Everything you gave him.”
Who is him?
Is it Felix … or Dylan?
He slams into my mouth, and I can’t even think straight as the buzzing thing between my legs kicks up the pace.
“You don’t have my permission yet,” he says, his voice gruff but soft, like a confident owner subduing their pet.
And it sets me off so much I have to physically hold back the orgasm.
“That’s it, I want you to suck my fucking soul out of my body,” he groans, his tongue dipping out to lick his lips.
He grips my face and fucks me like I’m a doll for him to use, riding me like he owns me. His balls tighten against my neck, and his veins pulse with energy, until suddenly …
An explosion of hot liquid fills my mouth.
“Now come,” he says as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
And I fall apart right there and then on his command, with his cum shooting down my throat, a whole glass load I have no choice but to swallow completely. Ecstasy floods my body, a mixture of both fear and excitement as though my mind can’t choose between this being heinous or delicious.
When he pulls out, I suck in a much-needed breath, my lips still covered with his seed. But he still pulls farther away, only to grab my face with both hands so he can kiss me full on the lips.
What is happening?
My eyes open wide as his tongue swoops around mine, licking the roof of my mouth. I’m flabbergasted he doesn’t care that he’s tasting his own cum. But I’m even more amazed at how much I yearn for his lips as he steals my breath away again. Only this time not with lust but with butterflies taking over my body.
How?
He leans back, his lips still touching mine as he looks me in the eyes. “Now I understand.”
I frown. “What?”
He understands what? That … it’s me?
Is that what he’s referring to?
But I still don’t know what he means.
Suddenly, Kayla snores loudly and wildly throws herself to the side of her pillow, and I lean up to look.
Alistair remains calm and steady as he slowly leans back and pulls the item that was buzzing from between my legs. A bullet vibrator small enough to hide in your pocket. The perfect, dizzying weapon to get a woman to cave.
Kayla seems to have quieted down, her face turned to us as she snores away into oblivion.
Alistair briefly smiles before he crawls off me and tucks his length back into his pants while I struggle to even sit up on my own bed.
“Thank you,” he says, his back turned to me.
I don’t even know how to respond. Why would he thank me? “This was a part of the agreement we made. I only did what I was supposed to.”
His eyes flash underneath his hoodie. “This wasn’t just for the agreement.” He clears his throat. “But I will do my part.” He pauses. “Do you trust me?”
I nod. “I don’t have a choice.”
His fist tightens. “I wish things could be different. Maybe if we’d all met under different circumstances … if your sister …” He abruptly shuts his mouth and looks away.
And I can’t blame him.
When he mentions her, all I want to do is hide underneath my blanket and pretend the world doesn’t exist.
His frame grows taller in the moonlight as he approaches the window again. “I get it now,” he says. “I would kill for you.”
But before I can even gasp for air, he’s already jumped through, and disappeared into the night.
PENELOPE
After taking a shower, I try to sleep, but it’s impossible. Vicious, kinky fuckery has taken over every dream I have, every waking thought. I turn and toss and after every dream I wake covered in sweat and with a pounding heart. But worst of all is the throbbing in my pussy, reminding me of how badly I’ve grown addicted to the games these boys play with my body.