Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I wasn’t letting anybody, not even him, come in between us.
And as his fingers roughly entered me, I gasped into his mouth.
His head then dropped down and his teeth clenched the top of my dress and I heard a slight tearing sound. I didn’t even care.
His mouth encircled my bare breasts (yes, I told you I planned well—no bra equaled easier access), and my mind was on only one thing.
Getting him inside of me. Something in which he gave me seconds later.
Still holding me, he moved us to the wall, pinning me to it with his big body, as he roughly ripped his sweatpants down and pulled out his big, fat cock, slamming it inside of me.
If I wasn’t already soaking for him, he would’ve hurt me.
But I was ready and had been since I’d walked in the door, despite his terrible words.
One second I was yearning for him, and the next I was so full of him that I could barely breathe.
He didn’t wait for me to catch my breath, either. One second he was seated fully inside of me, filling me to the brim, and the next he was fucking me.
Angrily. Aggressively.
My head slammed back against the wall, and I gasped as he fucked into me almost brutally. Hard, deep, unrelenting thrusts that bottomed out inside of me with each stroke letting me know that I would be tender tomorrow.
I didn’t care.
Not one single bit.
Because that twinge of pain amped this up to the most pleasure I’d ever felt in my life.
His pubic bone was rasping over my clit with each thrust, and his hands on my hips, holding me in place, gripping just tightly enough to cause a little bit of discomfort, had me on the verge of coming unglued.
And just when I was seconds from coming, he pulled out of me so abruptly that I cried out.
“No!” I exclaimed.
But he wasn’t done.
He carried me to his bed where he tossed me down unceremoniously.
I hit the bed, then gasped as he took me by my hips, flipped me to my knees, pulled me up high, and filled me again so fast that I tried to get away from the overwhelming sensations I was feeling.
He wouldn’t let me, though.
He held my hips still, and continued to fill me over and over again. Roughly. Urgently.
Then his thumb brushed over my back entrance. Once, twice, three times before pressing inside.
I came before I even realized I was close again.
An explosion of light, the sound of my heart beating rapidly in my ears, coupled with all of the other things I was feeling collided and detonated inside me, taking me out in the most incredible, otherworldly orgasm of my life.
My knees went out from under me, and Truth followed me down, hips bucking as his big body shuddered.
I felt the rasp of his beard and the heaving of his chest against my back as I slowly came back to reality.
I was wondering if I was actually dead. If I wasn’t, I knew for sure that I wouldn’t be able to move for a few long seconds, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to anyway.
Truth’s body still blanketed mine, and it was heavy.
Really heavy.
But I liked it and I wanted to stay like this forever.
Or at least I had until Truth opened his mouth and ruined it all.
“It’s time for you to go,” he said, rolling over onto his back, not even bothering to warn me that he was pulling out of me so I could catch the lovely deposit he’d made in my vagina.
The man was a goddamned beast. It would be no surprise to learn that his swimmers were just as virile as he was.
“No.”
“Yes,” he said. “You’re a good lay, Verity. You’re a nice woman. But you need to leave. There’s nothing here for us. Nothing that I even want. I only kept Destiny because she was a convenient fuck, but ultimately she left me the fuck alone and let me do what I wanted to do…you, well you’re not like that. You’ll bug the fuck out of me until I go crazy, and I just don’t want that in a relationship. Because eventually, I’d just come to resent you for it. Besides, I’m not sure you’re what I want in my life. Sorry.”
I knew he was going to say words that were going to hurt me, but what I didn’t expect was that he was going to say damn near the same ones that Kenneth had said to me. Something that I’d never told him about, so he didn’t know how much they’d hurt me.
Maybe I was a nagger. Maybe I had a way of annoying men that turned them off.
Was it so bad that I cared about them? That I wanted what was best for them?
No. At least I didn’t think so.