Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I look up at him, surprised, only a breath before his lips meet mine.
My tummy tumbles and my heart takes flight as he kisses me.
When he pulls back, I feel a little unsteady, and I’m confused when he murmurs gently but firmly, “I asked you a question, pretty girl.”
I lick my lips and taste him on them. “Um…” I think, and then I remember what the question was. He wants me to confirm that I know his brothers enjoyed fucking me.
Memories of taking all their cocks in my body wash over me and give me another reason to flush. Even after being used again and again, the memory of how it felt to be their little fuck slut for the night makes my pussy wet again.
He’s waiting for an answer, so I nod, too overwhelmed to speak.
He cups my face in his hands and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, then he steps back and opens the car door for me.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says.
Chapter Seven
Marcus doesn’t take me to my place.
He takes me to his.
He didn’t ask if I wanted to come here, but I don’t object.
As soon as we get inside and he locks up, he puts a guiding hand on my waist and takes me to the kitchen for a cold bottle of water.
I gulp down half of it before we even make it to the stairs.
I’ve never been to his place before, so I don’t know where anything is. His house is beautiful, though. It’s the kind of place I could see raising a family.
Although innocent in my head, as soon as the thought passes through my mind, I remember him accusing me of being a golddigger to his mom. Did he mean that? Was it just the easiest way to make her dislike me?
He takes me upstairs and down the hall to his bedroom. He doesn’t flick on the light, but his windows aren’t covered in blackout blinds so plenty of light spills in.
He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom.
He turns on the shower, then he begins to undress.
I guess we are both in need of a good shower.
I get naked first since I only need to get out of my dress, sash, and panties.
Once I am, his hungry gaze rakes over me. My tummy flutters as he locks a possessive arm around my waist and tugs my body against his. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers lightly touching his muscular back.
He really is a gorgeous man. The most handsome of his brothers, by far.
The most troublesome, too.
He ruined my life tonight, so I shouldn’t feel any fondness for him.
Except that it turns out my life was already ruined, I just didn’t know it.
No one else was going to tell me, but he did.
… In his own way.
When he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me, I lock my legs around his hard body.
When he takes me in the shower and pins me up against the wall, I let him devour my neck and kiss his way toward my mouth.
When he shoves his cock into me, my battered pussy welcomes him home.
It aches when he stretches me, and I cry out against his mouth. He takes me hard and fast until I’m whining his name, clinging to his muscular frame.
He fucks me until I can’t take anymore.
Gasping and trembling, I cling to him as I come all over his cock. I’ve lost track of how many orgasms I’ve had tonight, but this one’s my favorite because it’s just the two of us.
The way my pussy squeezes him must trigger his orgasm, because a moment later he’s shooting one last load of cum deep in my pussy.
Yes, baby. Fill me up.
He gathers me close, and I wrap my arms around his solid torso. The hot water beats down on us, and I can hear his heart thundering in his chest.
I know he doesn’t love me, but I feel so loved.
It doesn’t make up for everything that happened tonight, but it is one of the most intimate moments I have ever shared with anyone.
He holds me until the water turns cold.
We didn’t really wash up like we meant to, but we’re both exhausted from everything we’ve been through tonight.
He turns off the water and leads me out of the shower.
I thrill at the way he holds my hand, the way he grabs the towel off the counter dripping wet, but instead of drying himself off, he dries me.
An impossible thrill shoots through me when he gets to my pussy. He holds me in front of his body, making me look in the mirror, and he rubs my pussy hard with the towel over his fingers.
“If you make me come one more time, I swear to God, I’ll fall to pieces.”