Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I didn’t even know his name. Sure, I’d seen him fighting a few times and around the gym, but anything else, I drew a total blank. Now, he was in the bathroom, acting cocky as hell, and I hated that my body was lit up for him.
Eleven inches? Damn, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I wanted to see if he was telling the truth about that.
He looked down the length of my body and made this low sound in his throat. I had to hold back my shiver. This man was so muscular, tall, and domineering. There was something hypnotic about the way he acted. He was sure, confident, and although his execution was for shit, it was still kind of hot.
“Tell me your name,” he said.
“Tell me yours.”
“You’ve got a bit of bite to you, haven’t you, kitten? If you don’t want to tell me that’s okay. I don’t need a name to fuck you.”
Never in the whole of my life had I ever felt this much arousal, this much need.
“Take your shorts off.”
“What?” I asked, shocked. “You’re insane. My brother, as well as an entire roomful of people, are just on the other side of that unlocked bathroom door.”
“Take your shorts off,” he said, demanded again. “You want me, I want you, and what better time to scratch that itch than right now?” He stepped away and loosened his pants. And when he pushed them down his thighs and his hard cock sprang forth, my mouth went dry.
Okay, so he wasn’t lying about being that big.
I wanted to tell him to get the fuck out, but another part of me, the part that was closed off and pushed back because of being so watched over by my brother, wanted this badly.
I didn’t want Malachi to leave that would end this, not right now, and it was so insane to think like that.
The one and only time I’d had sex had been a disaster. He’d climb on, pumped into me a few times, and made this sound that was like he’d been stuck with a fork. He also thought he’d been God’s gift to women. He hadn’t been.
Am I really even thinking about listening to this guy?
Yeah, I really am.
It was excited, exhilarating even. I glanced at the door, and as if he read my mind he went over to lock it.
“Do it,” he said again.
I felt my heart beating in my throat, and against my better judgment and every other sane part of my body, I pushed my shorts down. I was about to step out of my panties when he grabbed my waist and spun me around to have me lean against the sink. I had no choice but to stare at our reflection in the mirror and watch as he reached around and curled his hand loosely around my neck.
“I knew I saw a bit of a dirty girl in you.”
In less than twenty minutes I was about to have sex with a guy I didn’t know, in a public bathroom, and where anyone, even my brother, could find out about.
What the fuck am I doing?
Even as I thought this, I couldn’t say no. I was so wet and hotter than I had ever been in my entire life.
“I want to watch your face as I slam my dick inside you.” He slid his fingers between my legs, teasing my entrance.
I bit my lip.
“Fuck. You’re already so damn wet.”
I started hyperventilating, knowing I should stop this, that it was wrong, but also telling myself to shut the hell up.
And then I felt him press the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I couldn’t help but watch our reflection.
He released my neck, gripped my hips in a bruising but pleasurable hold, and in one surge, he embedded the entire length of his cock inside of me.
Oh. God. I’m really doing this.
3
Malachi
I got two fucking thrusts in before someone started pounding on the door. “Motherfucker,” I cursed low, pulled back just an inch, and stared at where my dick was buried in her tight cunt. I wasn’t thinking clearly, that was for damn sure. I might like to screw a willing woman, but I sure as fuck didn’t jump the gun like this, and I always wore protection. I might be clean, and I could assume this bird was too, but I also didn’t want any little Malachi’s running around.
“Violet?”
I heard Rowdy call through the closed door, and although I wanted to keep this going, hearing her brother’s voice had my arousal going down a notch.
“Shit,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Violet, what the fuck?” Rowdy said again. “Are you okay?”
“Get off me before Rowdy breaks down the damn door,” she whispered and pushed away from the sink. The action had her sliding back on my dick an inch, and we both groaned out.