Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45806 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45806 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
And as much as she’s capturing my attention, it’s impossible to ignore the fact that she’s inciting the other men with that sound. Their fingers claw at the fitted sheet, their groans almost loud enough to drown out the music.
“I just want a little touch…”
“Listen to that voice…”
“Goddamn. What a horny girl she is…”
With her left ass cheek squeezed tight in my right hand, I continue to urge her to ride me. With my right, I wrap her hair in my fist, hauling her head back, needing her to understand that she’s fast becoming a temptation beyond male control. “You shut that beautiful mouth or I won’t pull out, Maisy. I’ll hold you down and pump myself dry. Turn this tight dream pussy into a messy little creampie.”
She isn’t hearing me.
She’s lost in the rhythm of our bodies.
And I’m finding it impossible not to do the same.
Her hips are jerking up and back in my lap, eyes blind, matching me drive for drive. I look down to where our bodies join and growl at the sight of her swollen clit rubbing on the base of my shaft. And I have no choice but to reach down and use my thumb on it, making her scream and struggle closer, rolling her hips furiously, mouth open on my shoulder. “So big. So big, Daddy.” She heaves a shallow breath. “I’m c-coming…”
Those words tripping over her lips are the end of me. If I’m going to keep my promise and pull out, it has to be now. I want to be the kind of man who makes promises to her and keeps them, so I throw her back down on the mattress and start to ease out, wincing and growling at having to leave her tight perfection, but oh God, then she orgasms.
She climaxes, her cunt ripping around me and she screams, bucking and wrapping her legs around my hips at the same time—and I pop. I bear down, pinning her with my hips and empty my ball sac deep, deep in her clenching channel, my hoarse curses filling the room. I’m cold and hot at the same time, my molars grinding together, seed ripping from my body like it has waited centuries.
“You did this,” I choke out against her ear. “Ride me for broke, tight and sweet as you are, and expect me not to leave it all in this pussy?” I rear back and slam deep, hips bouncing, trying to get out those crucial final drops, deliver them where they belong. And all the while, I’m caught between hating myself for breaking my promise to her and fucking exultant, triumphant over claiming her in this primal way.
Sick. An undeserving bastard.
“Naïve little girl,” I growl, putting the nail in my own coffin. On purpose. She’s going to end up hating me someday, might as well be now.
Yet when the best orgasm of my life finally ebbs, I find myself wrapping Maisy in my arms, pulling her struggling body tight to my chest, panic searing the insides of my throat.
You fucked up. You are fucked up.
“I’m sorry,” I rasp, kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry, angel.”
Her palms cracks across my face. Hard. Making my cheek sting. I welcome the sensation, though, because I deserve it. I deserve worse.
I’ve been completely unaware of the other men for the last few minutes, but when Maisy scrambles off the bed and pulls on her panties, I immediately scan for threats. Instead, I find most of the men are now engaged with the women they purchased for the night. Apparently we were the warm-up show, igniting the desire that is now being quenched. It’s being quenched very quickly, too, most of them guests already in the throes.
Meaning Maisy’s friends will be free to drive her home soon.
Away from me.
No. No no no.
“Maisy,” I say, climbing off the bed and zipping my pants, snatching my shirt off the floor and stuffing it into my back pocket. Watching as she slides her feet back into her delicate white shoes. “Let’s go somewhere and talk.”
She turns on a heel and glides toward the exit. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I follow her. Of course I do. What just happened between us was not the end of something, it was the beginning. My attempts to stay away, watch her from a safe distance didn’t work and now I can’t. Now I’ll never, ever fucking be able to stay away. “When I made you that promise, I swear to God, I meant to keep it.”
“But you didn’t,” she tosses over her shoulder.
“I couldn’t.” I grip her elbow and spin her around, gather her face, her hair in my hands, trying to touch all of her at once. “You were there, angel. You felt what I did. Do you think you could have climbed off my cock right before you came?”