Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she wheezed, her fingernails turning to claws on the wall. “Please.”
He released a pained groan into the side of her neck. “You’re a noisy little fuck, but I’ll happily take the risk of getting caught to hear you whine my name again.” He tucked two big fingers inside of her sex and jiggled them hard, as if attempting to loosen her up. “Taking it rough from behind is exactly what you wanted when you wore this fucking dress, isn’t it?”
Lust popped wheelies in her middle. Gone. She was so far gone, the possibility of getting caught came secondary to untying the knot that had been growing tighter inside of her since the last time Burgess was inside of her. “Yes. Yes. I wore it to make you ache.”
“It worked. I’m probably going to come on your ass, before I even get it in.”
The coarseness of his tone, the lack of control made her push up on both sets of toes, fitting her bare bottom into his lap and asking for fulfillment with a telltale whimper.
“Even on your toes, you’re shorter than me.” His fingers alternated between strumming her clit and delving two fingers inside of her, pushing them deep enough to make her slap the wall, her eyes watering, before he pulled back out and rubbed that bud faster, faster, faster, until her thighs started to tremble. “Going to pick you up, okay, girl?”
“Yes. Yes.”
Tallulah stared at the wall, panting, as Burgess stooped down and came up fisting his cock, guiding it between her legs while his legs were still bent. But oh God, oh God, as soon as he was halfway inside of her, he rose to his full height, lifting Tallulah a full ten inches off the ground, impaled on his stiffness. “Oh. FUCK.” He let out a gravelly sound while rolling his hips in a methodical circle. “Only had it once, but I remember this pussy like the back of my goddamn hand. It’s wet and tight and it’s mine.” He bounced her with a savage upward slap of his hips, growling into the top of her head. “You need a good, hard bang, gorgeous, isn’t that right? No strings?”
“Please. Yes, please!”
“You’re going to get it. Exactly what you need from me.” He dragged his open mouth down to her ear, his hands planted on the wall, leaving her fully supported by the rough drives of his hips. “You knew you’d catch this cock in your dick-tease dress. Sit there and fucking enjoy it.” Those teeth razed her lobe, before baring against the side of her neck. “But you’re not going to get me out of your system, if that’s what you think is happening here.”
Her heart lurched at the accusation, not because it offended, but because . . .
On some level, that’s exactly what she’d been trying to do. To scratch the itch he’d left her with so she could try and move on, really, truly move on. And he felt it. She was attuned to him enough that she noticed Burgess recognize her intent. He cursed at the way she briefly froze, caught red-handed trying to have him one last time, before walking away with the remnants of her heart.
No way was he going to let her get away with that.
His hips continued a slow, thorough upward grind that touched her in places that made her blush, made her face bake. Her heels had long since fallen to the ground, her toes flexing helplessly above the shadowed stone walkway and she was already moaning when his right hand dropped from the side of the building, because she knew it was coming and yet she screamed behind her teeth when he started to play with her clit, grunting and grinding, hips bobbing her up, up, up, those blunt fingers busy drawing her orgasm home.
“Let go, Tallulah. Get me out of your system. Go ahead. Scream and shake until I’m gone. Come on, girl.” He drove into her faster, her backside slapping loudly on his thighs, his mouth open and panting on her neck. “I love you, though. I love you. I fucking love you and you’re going to feel that until I’m dead and gone. The love isn’t going anywhere. Come on my dick while I’m telling you I love you. I dare you to kick me out after that.”
There was no use trying to stop the buildup; the pressure was too great and every organ in her body seemed to be involved, singing in harmony, carrying her toward an emotional and physical impact that would never allow her to be the same. “Burgess . . .”
“Come.”
“I . . .”
“You’re already there. Ride it out.”
Burgess was right, the light-headedness was stealing over her, the lowest, most sensitive regions of her stomach braiding tight, loosening, and braiding again. She started to rut her hips up and back in his lap, making him growl into the nape of her neck, release hitting her with a knockout blow, and she bore down, tiny muscles clenching, her body trembling like the last leaf on a tree in the winter . . . and her body slumped, turned to jelly, but only for a moment to enjoy the replete sensation, the total lack of tension, but then she tightened up again, waiting for Burgess to follow her.