Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“I don’t want you,” I wiggled.
He yanked my pants to the ground and sank one finger deep inside me, causing my eyes to cross in pleasure.
Even I could hear the wetness as he pumped it in and out a few times.
“What was that you were saying?” he asked.
I gritted my teeth.
“Cat got your tongue?” he pushed, leaning forward so one strong, corded arm was planted beside my hip.
The muscles in his arms bunched, causing the tattoo that he had on his shoulder to roll with the movement.
“So, I can do what I want to you, right?” he teased.
“No!”
Yes.
I closed my eyes.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered.
I did, reluctantly.
“Fuck you,” I snarled.
“Language,” he snapped his hand down until it made contact with the soft skin of my ass.
I gasped, jolting forward at the contact.
It wasn’t a bad feeling, per se, but also one I’d never experienced before.
And he kept doing it…without knowing that I liked it.
Smack.
“Oww, you fucker! Let me go!” I screeched.
“Language,” he spanked me again.
Smack.
I squirmed in his grasp, but all it served to do was make his grip on my hips tighter.
“Let me go,” I ordered. “We can’t do this here.”
What my body was saying, however, was yes! Do it! Now!
Smack.
“We’re doing this here. When you’re done with your snit, then we’ll leave,” he growled against my neck.
Then sank his teeth in…causing me to orgasm like a two-bit whore.
“Fuck!” I growled.
He laughed throatily as he started to work his cock out of his pants.
Once free of his arms, I moved like a snake and danced out of his hands as I scrambled to right my pants and made to run. Of course he caught me before I could even take three steps.
“Casten,” I said breathlessly. “Put me down. We can’t do this out in the open.”
He listened but just barely.
Instead, he took me to the showers where there was a bench across the back wall and sat down.
I was about to blast him with a few more choice words, but before I could, he leaned forward and pulled me against him, my back to his front, as he yanked my pants back down.
I grabbed a hold of his forearms, digging into them as he filled me with one delicious thrust.
My grip on his arms didn’t loosen, and they tightened their hold on me until I was having trouble breathing.
But see, the problem with Casten and me was that we both had something to prove.
I wanted to prove to him that I wasn’t some pushover who couldn’t handle his shit. He wanted to prove that I couldn’t handle his shit so he was being rough on purpose.
It was push and pull as he thrust into me, and I thrashed to get away from him.
He held me easily…too easily.
It’d been my intention to thwart his cock from entering me, but this wasn’t our first rodeo. He’d proven himself more than capable of controlling my wild thrashing during sex when he lined his cock up with my leaking pussy, and thrust inside, where his movements became almost brutal.
“Fuck!” I cried. “Get off me!”
I was lying.
Really, I was.
He felt so fucking good inside of me that it was hard to breathe, but it also might’ve been the arm that was still banded tightly around my chest.
“That’s not what your body’s saying, Tash. What your body is saying is, ‘Harder Casten. More Casten’,” he teased deviously in that deep, rumbly voice of his.
I dug the fingernails on my left hand into his arm, causing him to grunt. Then he hissed when I yanked on his hair.
“Being mean today, aren’t you?” I said through clenched teeth.
“Mean?” He tasted the word on his lips. “You haven’t seen mean. You want mean?”
“Well, you might as well show me what I’m missing. Or have I seen all the skills you have?” I gritted through clenched teeth, grinding myself down onto his hard cock.
He hit places inside of me that I had no idea existed, causing my mouth to run when it shouldn’t…like it did when I was nervous.
He didn’t seem to notice my nervousness, though…only noticed the challenge in my voice instead.
He wrapped his hands around my mouth, cutting off my verbal diarrhea, and really began to pound into me.
He pulled me down as he thrust up, so hard that my brain rattled.
I gasped into his hands, going dizzy with the force he was using. Not because it hurt, but because it felt so…right.
His other hand slipped under my shirt and went straight to my nipples, pulling and tugging, adding a little bit of pain to my pleasure.
His pubic hairs rubbed against my backside, not pleasurable, but not uncomfortable, either.
My head fell back to rest on his shoulder, and my eyes crossed in agony as my orgasm stayed just out of reach.
He slowed, and I groaned my frustration into his hand.