Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
“But I don’t want to.” Her voice wavers.
I reach out and trace the contour of her bottom lip, murmuring I’m sorry. But I’m out of control. My career is hanging in the balance because of someone else’s legacy. I’m lying to my best friend, betraying him every fucking day. And I’m putting Bea at risk every time we do this. She has nowhere else to go, no apartment to move into because I keep asking her to stay longer. And worst of all, I’m lying to myself. Because it’s not just about the sex. It’s about her. About the way she makes me feel. But I don’t want to stop. I can’t.
I spin her and curve my hand around the back of her neck, pushing her down until her cheek meets the counter. I slap her ass with my free hand, and she gasps and moans. “God, I love that fucking sound.” I unbuckle my belt and pop the button on my jeans, yanking the zipper down to free my erection. “You sure this is what you want?” I kick her legs apart. “To get fucked?”
“Yes.”
She sucks in a shaky breath as I slip my finger under the thin strip of fabric. “Tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to,” she whispers.
“You will.” I follow the strip of satin down between her thighs. I skim her clit and she moans. This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t be doing this. She should be tapping out. I push two fingers inside her and pump twice, then withdraw to slap her ass again. “How about now?”
“I want more,” she rasps.
I lean in, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks. “So fucking filthy. Feel how wet you are for me.” I wipe her juices on her cheek, then lick over the spot as I push my fingers between her lips.
They close around them on a greedy moan.
“Such a dirty girl.” I pull my fingers free, grip my cock, and bite her earlobe as I line myself up and push inside her on one hard thrust. “So ready to be fucked.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
“Tap out, Bea.” I’m almost begging. This could be the last time she lets me inside her. I could ruin it all right now. “Tap the fuck out.”
“No. I want you.”
I pull my hips back and slam in. She moans, and her legs tremble. She tries to snake a hand between her thighs, but I release the back of her neck, spear her with my cock, grab both of her wrists and fold her arms behind her back, holding them with one hand to keep her in position.
“Still want me now?” My breath is ragged, heart hammering, waiting for her to tell me she’s done. For good. To quit me. She should. I’d quit my demented ass if I were her.
“Don’t stop. I’m so close,” she pleads.
“You think I’m going to let you come?” I pull out to the ridge and spit on my cock before I thrust. “You haven’t even asked nicely yet.”
“Please,” she moans.
“Not good enough. Try again.”
“Please, Tristan.” She whimpers and tries to roll her hips.
She grunts her displeasure when I pull all the way out. “Please what? Please stop?”
She shakes her head. “No. Please don’t stop.”
I keep her on the edge, close to coming, never going over. Her legs shake and juices coat my cock and drip down the inside of her thighs. I come all over her ass and keep fucking her. Keep pushing. Keep pleading for her to tell me to stop. But she doesn’t. She just keeps taking it, keeps asking for more, keeps begging me to let her come.
But I don’t.
It’s fucking cruel. I know it is. I hate this version of myself, when I feel too fucking much and don’t have control the way I should. I hate that I need her. Want her. Can’t get enough of her. But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
It isn’t until I’m close to a second orgasm that I pull out. I slide a hand under her and pull her to standing, quickly wrapping my arm around her waist because her legs are too weak to hold her up. She’s a rag doll as I spin her around and set her on the counter. The cheek that was pressed against it is red. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck as her head lolls.
Her eyes are glazed and unfocused. Her hands glide down my chest and rest limply on the counter. “Hey, hey.” I cup her face in my palms. “Bea, baby? Tell me to fucking stop. Tell me you’ve had enough.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “You need this, and I need to come.”
I step between her parted thighs, line myself up and push back in. Her eyes roll up when I brush her clit with my thumb.