Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
His fingers spread me wide open, and I suck in a deep breath when I feel something cold and rubber being pushed into me. “Ryat—what …?”
“Just a little fun.” He stands and grabs my hand, helping me to stand as well.
CHAPTER SIXTY
RYAT
“ARE YOU HUNGRY?” she asks, looking out the passenger window of my car that I had Gunner drop off at the hospital for me this morning.
“For you,” I answer, my eyes running over her smooth and defined legs. My cock is hard knowing that my cum is running out her cunt right now.
She rolls her eyes. “For actual food. I need to stop at the store on the way home. What would you like for dinner?”
“I could live off your pussy, Blake.” I reach out and slide my hand between her thighs.
“Ryat,” she protests, swatting my hand away. “You’re driving.” Looking around once again, she asks, “Where are we going?” Her head whips around to see I just passed our exit.
“I have to see someone before we go home,” I answer vaguely. Knowing she’s about to argue with me, I pick up my cell in my lap and turn on the app.
“Ryat!” she squeals seconds later when the vibrator inside her pussy comes on.
“We’ve got a thirty-minute drive, Blake,” I inform her, smirking over at her discomfort. “How many times can you come in that amount of time?”
“You can’t be serious.” She whimpers, throwing her head against the headrest while I speed down the highway.
“Of course, I am.” I drop the phone to my lap, leaving it on.
“Fuck,” she whines, her hands fisting the hem of her pretty sundress. I’m ripping that off her and burning it the moment I get my wife home. She was right. It’s way too revealing, but it serves a purpose.
Unable to help myself, I reach over again, sliding my hand into the top of her dress and squeezing her breasts.
“Ryat, please. I can’t …”
“You can and you will,” I say, giving her hard nipple a pinch before removing it. “I want your underwear soaked with my cum and yours. Fucking drenched, Blake.”
Her hands grip her thighs while she rocks her hips back and forth. I didn’t let her cum when I fucked her in my hospital room. I made her wait on purpose, knowing that she’s been dying for a release.
She throws her head back, arching her back, and a sound of pure torture and relief fills the car before she sags against the seat. “That’s one.” I count, and she immediately starts adjusting herself once again.
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I PULL INTO the back parking lot of Blackout and turn off the car. She sinks into the seat when I turn off the app, utterly spent.
Leaning over, I slide my hand between her legs. “Perfect.” I praise her, my fingers running up and down her thong. It’s soaked just like I wanted. Slapping her thigh, I order, “Spread your legs. Wide.”
She closes her eyes, swallowing, and does as I say. I pull her underwear to the side and grab the vibrator, slowly pulling it out. She whimpers at the loss of it.
Unable to stop myself, I bring it to my mouth and lick up the side of it, tasting that sweet honey I love. Then I drop it and get out. Going over to her door, I open it up for her and pull her out.
I then toss her over my shoulder, and she squeals. I slap her exposed ass and carry her across the parking lot so she doesn’t have to get her heels wet. The ground is covered in snow and water puddles.
Entering the side door, I drop her to her feet and press my body into hers up against the painted black wall. “Who are you?” I demand, my eyes roaming her pretty face. She’s still trying to catch her breath.
“Your good girl,” she answers softly.
“You’re goddamn right, you are.” I grip her face and kiss her, allowing her to taste what I just did in the car. She opens up for me, and I deepen the kiss before quickly pulling away. Then I’m pulling her down the stairs, entering the basement.
Tyson stands in the center of the room with his legs spread wide and a water hose in his hand while spraying down a chained Matt. “You gotta look your best for your company,” Ty tells him.
“Fuck you!” Matt shouts, spitting water out of his mouth.
He’s tied to a chair in the center of the room. Drains are placed throughout the concrete floor for these exact reasons.
“I see nothing has changed,” I announce our presence. “I wanted to stop by and see how you’re doing. You know, before I gut you.”
Matt thrashes in the chair.
I had spoken to Tyson this morning before Blake ever woke up. I wanted to stop by and give Matt a little gift before I kill him. “But first … I wanted to come by and give you a little something.” Tyson and I both turn to look at my wife who leans against the far wall, her arms crossed over her chest and looking a little unsure as to why we’re here. “Remove your underwear.” I order.