Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
He wanted to learn more about Knox’s body and what it needed.
Inside and out.
Especially inside.
Just knowing that Knox was in Frank’s house with Liv’s cum all over his abs could make Liv horny enough to fuck again. He wanted to be the cause of Knox’s shallow breaths and loud moans. He’d find all the things that made Knox tick and use them in the most delicious ways.
Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but yeah, he’d fuck Knox’s ass given half the chance.
Liv took a deep breath of cool air and looked around. There was Frank’s house, the massive workshop outbuilding, and piles of metal junk on both sides of a road leading away from the cleared area. It didn’t seem like a menacing place where evil villains plotted mass murder. Then again, looks could be deceiving. The bungalow with light gray siding and a neat fenced-off area with a patio and a wooden bench to sit on while contemplating junk heaps over morning coffee housed a man who dealt in death.
A loud cackle came from the house, prompting Liv to move on from contemplating the scenery, because that was the same laughter he’d heard last night, from the blond guy who’d gleefully put on a biohazard suit and talked about necrophilia.
Liv didn’t want Knox anywhere around him.
He walked in without knocking, struck by the calming scent of coffee and oatmeal. Ezra looked at him from the kitchen, where he stirred something in a big pot, but he was not the danger Liv was worried about.
Dex, the acid-loving stranger, casually took a sip from a cup and waved at him. “Want coffee? We have more.”
Ezra glared at Liv. “As I was telling your boyfriend, I’d prefer you fucked without your clothes on. I have better things to do than laundry.”
Knox pulled on his sweatshirt to hide the stain on his pants, but then sat down to hide his crotch under the table. “Sorry,” he mumbled in a tone so full of guilt Liv itched to bark at Ezra and get him the fuck off Knox’s back.
Next to him sat a big guy with a crew cut and a leather vest similar to Dex’s. Tattoos peeked from under the trimmed sides of his hair, and a large scar cut through his nose and forehead. He exuded danger, but with the cup of coffee in hand, he seemed relaxed. Like a grenade with its safety pin attached.
He smirked and clinked his cup with the one meant for Knox. “I get it. Facing death makes you wanna fuck.”
When he looked up at Liv, his red glass eye glinted with a menacing spark.
Or Liv was just jealous of any guy sitting this close to Knox.
Chapter 11
Knox
‘Do you like dick?’
What kind of question was that? Knox couldn’t get over the audacity of it. As if Liv hadn’t been the one to start the fucked up dry-humping session.
Now Knox had Liv’s cum drying on his stomach, and all he could think about was the sight of that cockhead spurting creamy goo onto his skin. He could deny it all he wanted in terms of logic, but he’d felt what he’d felt. He’d wrapped his legs around Liv like a cock-hungry slut, sucked on his tongue and came in his pants without even touching himself.
He’d never felt like that with any girl he’d been with. Sex had always been something he needed to focus on to get it right, and he usually drifted off to thinking of porn he’d seen.
But what if he imagined a dick fucking a pussy because it was the dick that actually turned him on? How could he not know this?
It felt like getting a lobotomy only to discover he had a hole in his head already.
“Knox?” Ezra snapped his fingers to grab his attention. “Porridge?”
Dex laughed and reached into his backpack, but just as Knox expected him to reveal a severed head or some other freaky thing, he pulled out a large box of Lucky Charms. “Or you could have some of my cereal. I add Coco Pops to it for that pow! Ezra hates tasty shit so I bring my own—”
Ezra sneered. “My ‘shit’ is extremely flavorful, thank you very much.”
Knox stalled, because his mind refused to work on anything that wasn’t the image of Liv’s dick sliding back and forth over his stomach and spreading the hot cum. “I…”
As if to confuse him further, Liv stood behind him and slid his hands down his collarbones. But then Ezra opened the tall black fridge and it was as if all the clouds parted for the sun and all the angels blew their trumpets.
Knox had never seen a fridge filled like that. Maybe on TV. Everything was sorted into containers, and a whole array of cheeses and hams called his name. Colorful vegetables peeked out at him from inside a clear drawer, and Ezra’s milk even came in glass bottles labeled Eco Cow.