Total pages in book: 227
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
I look down at the mess of red hair splayed across my chest, my arm holding her close to my side. Covered in scratches. I hum, finding one of her hands and lifting it to see her nails. Short, straight nails. Not short enough to be harmless, obviously. I should leave her to sleep. My face screws up in pain as my dick starts to throb.
What’s the time, anyway? I reach for my cell on the nightstand. Six. I groan, dropping my head back. She didn’t go back to her room. If I got two hours during the night, I’d be surprised. If I wasn’t indulging in her, I was thinking about what she might not be telling me.
But back to the matter at hand.
My overused, greedy cock.
Let her sleep. Get a few more winks yourself.
I close my eyes.
And snap them back open again when I feel a wandering hand creeping across my stomach. She’s awake? I look down at the back of her head. Well, now I don’t feel so guilty. “Morning,” I whisper hoarsely.
She doesn’t reply but instead circles my dick in her small, dainty palm. I moan, dropping my head back, as she slowly starts to work me, her pace lazy and steady, perfect for this time of day. I hum my praise, my hips starting to thrust upward, my eyes closing. That feels so good. I smile into my darkness, but it drops when she releases me. I don’t have a moment to protest. She’s straddling me in a second, her generous, wonderful boobs in perfect view, her beautiful, wild, red hair a mess across her face. She lifts and reaches between us, and I cough and seize her hand. She sags, disappointment invading her fresh face. Can’t say I like disappointment on my girl.
“Why?” she asks, not pouting but close. “We’ve not had sex all night.” Poor thing looks so mystified. “Is something wrong?”
My hard, black heart melts. I can’t tell her why I refuse to put myself inside her. “You’ve done nothing wrong,” I assure her, circling her waist with my hands. “I already told you, I’m out of condoms.”
Her semi-pout transforms into a full-on, sulky pout. “That wasn’t a problem in the shower last week,” she whispers, lowering her chest to mine, forcing me to breathe in when she presses into me. Shit. She frames my face with her arms, eyes a fraction from mine, her hot breath sending me even wilder. Harder.
“That was a momentary lapse of focus on my part.”
Her nose bunches. “I like it when you have a momentary lapse of focus.” She grinds down, and I curse to high heaven. “Have one now.”
“Pearl,” I warn, squeezing my eyes closed, resisting. Resisting, resisting, resisting.
She nuzzles at my ear. “Please,” she whispers, sending bolts of pleasure directly into my groin. “It’s been eight days now, I’m sure it’ll be okay.”
“Oh God.”
Another grind.
“Pearl, come on,” I plead, making no attempt to stop her.
“I want you.”
Fuck.
I spin her onto her back and blanket her body with mine, not entering her, but rubbing her in just the right place for both of us. Dry-fucking-humping. I’d be mortified if it wasn’t so nice. “You want me, do you?” I ask, dipping and kissing one cheek. Grinding. Kissing the other cheek. She whimpers, those fucking nails finding my back. “You like me inside you with nothing between us?” Why the fuck am I goading her? It isn’t happening.
I roll my hips and she yelps a resounding yes!
“Oh, gorgeous.” I grit my teeth, gaining momentum, feeling it coming. I look down at her face, seeing she’s with me. I push up on one forearm and lower my mouth to her nipple, sucking, flicking, kissing as I gyrate my hips into her.
“Shit, Brad.” She moves with me, building, building, building.
I grunt at the feel of her nails down my back.
“Oh God. It’s coming.”
“Shhhh,” I growl around her nipple. She’ll wake the whole fucking house up.
“Oh God!”
I reach up and put a hand over her mouth to shut her up, the pressure about to leave me. I hold my breath, bite at her nipple, looking up at her, seeing she’s about to come when—
My bedroom door flies open.
“Fuck.” I fly up, yanking the comforter over us at lightning speed as Pearl yelps and I lay a hand over my dick to dull the instant pain. I blink, trying to gain some focus through my pre-climax state. I find Danny in the doorway in his boxers. “The fuck?” I instinctively look over my shoulder to the bed, seeing Pearl covered by the sheets, but they’re rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
For fuck’s sake. “Doesn’t anyone knock around here?” I snap, giving Danny deadly eyes. I’ve been caught red-handed. It’s time to confess. “I—”
“Get dressed,” he says, not paying any attention to the hidden woman next to me.