Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
He took my right leg and spread me open. “As much as I want to eat that pussy, I need inside you. Can’t wait.”
I bent my knees up as he held his cock in his grip, then ran it along my wet entrance. He groaned as he sank inside me, grabbing my hips and jerking me forward until he hit that spot I knew would send me over the edge.
I watched his face as he pumped inside of me, loving how he looked. The way his mouth would open slightly and his eyelids lowered. I could see the pleasure in his expression, and knowing it was my body that was doing that to him made my heart soar.
“Does it hurt like this?” he asked me, looking down at me with a feral gleam in his eyes.
“A little,” I admitted, “but I want it harder.”
He let out an animalistic sound and started slamming into me with more force. “This it? Is this what you want? You want my dick to stretch that tight little pussy?”
I nodded, panting and grabbing at the quilt underneath us for support.
“Rub your clit,” he ordered.
I let go of the quilt and began to massage it the way I would if I were alone.
“That’s the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.”
That made me rub harder. I loved the way he talked to me during sex. His words alone could send me into an orgasm. I wondered if we could try that sometime.
He pulled out of me then and grabbed my hips and flipped me over. “Hands and knees, baby.”
We hadn’t done this position before. I hurried to obey, and he grabbed my hips again and then shoved inside of me. It was deeper than it had ever been, and I hadn’t thought that was possible. He began to thrust in and out of me.
“FUCK! I’m not gonna last long like this. Your fucking ass is bouncing.”
I was close. I started pushing back when he thrust forward. The spiral into bliss was coming. I’d never needed it as much as I did in this moment. My pussy was throbbing, and I squirmed against him.
“I know I said I was gonna stop coming in you until we got you the shot, but I lied. I want to coat you with my fucking cum. Pump you so full of me that you leak for days.”
It was with those words that pleasure rippled through my body, and I cried out his name.
His shout followed, and I could feel the pulse of his fluid gush inside of me. Another orgasm washed over me, and I moaned as my body shook.
When it finally eased, I sank down onto the mattress, and Huck moved off the bed. He was only gone a moment before he was back, wiping up my thighs and legs, then the quilt beneath me. Once he finished, he climbed on the bed and pulled my back against his chest.
“You didn’t clean yourself,” I whispered.
“Not ready to wipe your juices off me just yet,” he whispered, then kissed below my ear. “Sleep. I’m here.”
Twenty-Eight
Huck
Maddy was sleeping on the sofa in my room in case Trinity woke up. Blaise was at the house while the girls slept downstairs, and Ms. Jimmie was keeping Cree. Levi and Gage were standing in the cellars located under the ranch.
I’d spent the drive over here remembering how Trinity had looked in that library. How her sobs had destroyed me. The fantastic sex hadn’t removed the need for revenge. It might have heightened it. Being inside Trinity only made me want to possess her more. Instead of fucking her out of my system, it seemed she was locking me down every time I sank inside her tight cunt.
I slammed through the last steel door and closed it behind me. The man currently hanging by his hands in the middle of the concrete room hadn’t been touched. Gage had sworn to me he’d refrain from doing anything. I wanted this. However, Gage had tied him up painfully enough that he was groaning through the gag in his mouth. His toes barely grazed the floor. The small trickle of blood running down his arms from the locks on his wrists had him crying like a fucking baby.
I walked up to him and pulled the gag off. “Who are you?” I barked at him, already knowing who the fuck he was.
“You’ve got the wrong guy. I don’t know you. I came with a woman I’d met at a bar last week. I’m an accountant—”
“YOUR FUCKING NAME,” I cut him off.
“Roy Hayley. I don’t even live around here. I live in Pensacola. I was in town on business and met this woman.”
I held out my hand to Gage, who placed the knife I needed in it. We’d done this show many times before. But never had I done it with this much rage and hate. It had always been business. Never personal. It took on a whole new meaning when it was personal.