Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
Because yes, it’s long. So long that it could actually touch his belly button.
But that’s not the worst part — or the best? The worst part is that it’s thick.
It’s so very thick.
That it’s actually being pulled down by its own weight. So it sticks out from the thatch of dark hair, looking all ruddy and angry. Or maybe it’s not the weight of his dick itself.
It’s the weight of the other things.
That his dick is decorated with.
Like those piercings.
Or more like the horizontal bar-type thingies, three of them that look like a ladder.
I’ve seen dicks before, though yes, I’ve only seen them in porn as he so easily figured out the other night. And I will admit that I’m a fair porn enthusiast, but in all the years of me venturing into it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pierced dick.
“W-what…” I clear my throat and realize that at some point in the last ten seconds of staring at his piercings and his baseball bat of a dick, I’ve moved closer to him. “What is that?”
“Jacob’s ladder.”
His voice is hoarse, as if he’s having difficulty talking, but I don’t care right now.
I’m more interested in the shiny, silvery things that I’m still staring at with wide eyes. “Have you… Have you always had it?”
“No.”
“Did you have it, uh, last time?”
“No.”
My hand reaches out on its own but I stop short of touching it.
I get super close though and I think I see it move, his dick.
“So when did you…”
“After that.”
I move ever so slightly closer still and I definitely know that it jerked this time.
A tiny drop of something white oozes out of the head too and slides down the length of his hard rod.
It’s cum, Tempest. Or pre-cum. Just call it what it is.
I know I’m just freaking out right now. At how fascinating this is. How beautiful his dick is with shiny little studs on it.
“Why?” I whisper, and I’m not even ashamed that it sounds reverential.
“Because I knew it would hurt.”
My eyes fly up to his then.
And God, he’s changed.
His features, his body.
His eyes.
They’re black and yes, I’ve seen them grow dark this way but I’ve never seen them fraught with what I can only call so much lust and so much pain. And his cheekbones that are sharper and higher than ever. Plus his chest is rising and falling rapidly, like he can’t get enough air.
And he’s all sweaty.
Drops of sweat bead his forehead. I see another sliding down the side of his corded neck.
“Hurt?”
He nods but barely, as if that too is hard for him. “After what I did to you.”
My wide eyes grow even wider. “What?”
“The guy gave me a couple of options. And I tried to pick the one that I thought would hurt the most.”
“You did this on purpose?” I ask with hitched breaths.
Breaths just like his.
Fast and noisy.
“Had to. Getting beaten up in the boxing ring wasn’t doing anything for me.”
“You got beaten up?” Now my breaths are even louder than his. “On purpose?”
“Yeah.” Another drop of sweat falls down the side of his face. “A few times.”
“That’s…”
“But as I said, they did nothing. And then I heard a couple of guys talking about it in the locker room and thought, why not.” Then, shrugging tightly, “It hurt for a few seconds but… I don’t think it helped either.”
I study him then.
His severe and sweaty and flushed features. His dark eyes.
The body that’s made of slabs of strained, almost vibrating muscles.
His power, his strength.
“You’re crazy,” I whisper.
His nostrils flare. “Better than being the asshole who made you cry and did nothing about it.” Then, “Even if it was bare minimum.”
I close my eyes. Then, “Ledger?”
He frowns slightly. “Yeah?”
Opening them, I say, very seriously and sternly so he knows that I mean it, “Choke me with your cock. Now.”
He stares at me for a second before his features relax slightly and his lips twitch.
Which I think is a complete waste of time and the opposite of now. So I close the gap between us and attack him myself. And thank God, he’s ready for me. Thank God, he captures my mouth, conquers it just the way I like it.
No, actually. Thank God that he doesn’t stop there.
He doesn’t stop at just kissing me.
He gets busy with other things too. Like pulling and tugging at my red dress, taking it off my body and throwing it away somewhere, followed by my annoying bra and my even more annoying panties. All the while only breaking the kiss for a few seconds here and there.
But that’s not all.
Just like he’s dominating my mouth with a hot and a wet kiss, complete with his tongue and teeth, he also dominates my now naked body. He fists my hair. He bends my neck. He bends my spine. He pushes me down on the bed and then he’s rubbing himself on me.