Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
My moan is smothered by a gasp. “God. Dramatic.”
He grins. “And yet, I speak only the truth.”
His thumb finds my clit and he rubs as I moan, my body desperate for him, my soul on fire. I want him inside me, I want him to bend me over this railing and fuck me out here, in the cool night air, for all the neighbors to hear. I don’t care if they listen to every single one of my moans, I want them to know just how good it feels being fucked by Spike.
“Put me over this railing, Spike,” I whisper, my pussy clenching around his fingers. “Fuck me so hard the entire world knows I’m yours.”
He growls, fucking me so perfectly with his fingers, I know it won’t be long before I find bittersweet release.
“Not until you cum for me. I want to feel your sweet pussy squeeze my fingers as you pulse around me.”
Moaning, I tip my head back as his mouth finds my neck. I cum with a cry, my body shaking, my pussy gripping his fingers just like he wanted. Only when I’ve stopped trembling does he move me, quickly, frantically, with a need we both feel. He grips his jeans, his abdomen flexing as he jerks them down. I lick my lips, letting my eyes roam over his perfect muscles.
God damn, I want him so bad.
His cock springs free, the spikes glistening in the dull patio light. With one swipe, he runs his hand down his thick length and removes all the magnetic spikes, leaving only the best part – the little beads that make everything feel so much better. Then, he shoves them in his pocket as he spins me around and presses me into the railing.
Mouth to my ear, he growls, “Don’t hold back, baby.”
He tears my panties off with one, swift jerk and tosses them to the ground as he presses his cock to my entrance. Then, he’s inside me, full and hard, stretching me and making everything ache. I groan his name as I clutch the railing, pushing myself farther over it, until am taking him deep. So deep it almost hurts, but the pleasure far outweighs the pain.
Tangling his fingers into my hair, Spike fucks me just how I’ve been desperately wanting to be fucked. Hard and deep, slamming my body into the railing, his fingers causing my scalp to burn as he pulls my hair. Filthy, raw, primal, exactly what I need. I scream, unleashing everything inside me as incredible pleasure washes over my body. It’s the most incredible feeling having him inside me.
“Danny,” I bellow as an orgasm rips through my body. “Oh, yes, fuck me.”
His growl is feral and low as he slams into me one more time before rasping his own release, his cock pulsing deep as he jerks inside me. By the time we both come down from our high, we’re panting and coated in a fine sheen of sweat. Pulling back, his cock slides from my body as he spins me around and pulls me closer, his release running down my leg, warm and sticky.
“I need a shower,” I murmur.
“Not until you cum once more,” he growls, hooking an arm around my waist and placing his free hand between my legs.
He doesn’t care that his fingers are coating in his own release, he finds my clit and rubs. It’s already swollen and hard, slick with cum, and it only takes minutes of him gliding his fingers over it for me to gasp his name once more, my lips against his, my body trembling as he holds me up with one arm. Then, he steps back, bringing his thumb to my lips and sliding it in. The salty taste of our pleasure combined is thrilling as I suck it off him.
He's filthy, and I love everything about it.
Stepping away, I slide my skirt down as he pulls up his jeans.
Less than five minutes later, a car pulls into the yard, and I notice right away it’s a police officer. Glancing at Spike, I see him immediately stiffen as he watches the male officer get out and walk up to the front deck. He doesn’t come up the steps, and I can see his eyes scan Spike, weary.
“Sorry to bother you folks, but I had a complaint about screaming coming from here.”
My cheeks flush as I glance at Spike, who immediately relaxes, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Wasn’t us, officer. Can’t help you.”
“The caller was adamant it was coming from here and was concerned for,” his eyes move to me, “her safety.”
We both know right away which neighbor would have called. A middle-aged lady next door, who, for her own unfortunate end, is named Karen. She does nothing to avoid living up to that name, and because of that, she is constantly complaining about something we are doing. Mostly, she is terrified of Spike and has it in her head that I’m in some kind of abusive relationship and she needs to save me.