Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“You don’t need to do that.”
Ignoring him, I tossed enough down to cover my drinks and a tip, even if she didn’t really deserve one, she had to make a living.
“It was nice to meet you, Max.” I slid from the booth and walked out of the bar. I was nearly at my car when his voice carried a little way from behind me. I knew he would follow. They always did, like stray dogs and kittens. You show them a bit of affection or attention and they never left you alone. I’d lured so many to Constantine that way I lost count.
“What about what you came here for?”
Turning around, I faced him head-on, raising my brows. “I thought you wanted to be friends. I wouldn’t fuck my friends.”
He walked towards me slowly, the way he moved almost predatory. His eyes held mine. He was throwing me off my game a little bit. I wasn’t sure if I particularly liked that or not. I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him move in a little closer. If I told him to throw me down and fuck me in the dirt, would he do it?
Sadly, he didn’t look the type.
I’d yet to find someone who gave me what he did. I had this debased desire to be utterly dominated, pinned down, and helpless to do anything but take everything they gave me. I sank my teeth into my lower lip, picturing Max doing just that. I wasn’t a whore, but I would love for a man to treat me like one. Especially a man that looked like him—a stranger that looked like him.
“Do you want to fuck me, Max?” I taunted lowly.
“I want to do a lot of things to you,” he responded in the same tone.
He came close enough that I could reach out and just barely touch him. We stood there, staring at one another, the sexual tension rising by the second. The attraction we so clearly had for one another was unexplainable.
Stepping forward, so that we were chest to chest, I looked up at him and grinned. “So, what are you waiting for?”
The question had barely fallen from my lips before he was lifting me up and forcing my legs around his waist, walking us backward. His mouth found mine right as my ass landed on the cool, smooth metal of a hood. The liquor on his lips made me want him that much more. The sweet taste urged me on, adding fuel to an already dangerously raging fire.
I opened my mouth, letting his tongue slip inside mine. He shoved my dress up until it was bunched around my hips.
His large hands squeezed my thighs, traveling down to my thong. When his fingers glided over the scars on my inner thigh, he paused.
Before he could ruin the moment and ask what they spelled, I grabbed hold of his shirt, pulling him flush against me. I swear on everything unholy I almost wept tears when I felt his cock against me. He’d most certainly been blessed.
Max pulled slightly away from me, making quick work of his slacks. He fished a condom from his pocket and slipped it on before I had to ask if he had one. My pussy clenched with the need to be filled. Someone could walk outside or pull up and see us at any given second, and I couldn’t care less. He gave me a predatory grin, surprising me by flipping me around so that I was bent over the car.
“Spread your legs and place your hands on the hood.”
I quickly did as he instructed, laying my palms flat against the cool metal.
“Is this okay?” he checked, pulling my underwear to the side, already pressing the bulbous head of his cock against me.
Why was he asking and not taking? Instead of giving him a response, I reached between my legs and used two fingers to spread my pussy open for him. “Just fuck me,” I damn near purred like a porn star.
It didn’t take much foreplay to make me wet when I’d sexually deprived myself for weeks. He moved back slightly and gripped himself.
“You’re a dirty girl, Rose,” he murmured, holding my hip as he eased himself inside me.
A soft hiss slipped through my lips from the painful pleasure of being stretched, morphing into a moan when he pulled out and thrust back in.
“Damn,” he groaned, grabbing onto my other hip.
“Harder,” I breathed, pushing back as he came forward.
Something was muttered beneath his breath, and then I was being shoved down. Max gathered my hair in one hand and forced my head down. He kept my cheek pressed against the hood of the car as he did exactly as I requested.
His thrusts were hard but measured. He kept a tight reign of control over himself. I thought we were going to fuck whoever’s car this was out of its parking space with the way we were rocking it back and forth.