Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“You’re manipulating me.” She growls.
I pull back, smiling down at her. “How so? I’m making what I want from you very clear.” I shove her dress up and pull her underwear to the side, running my fingers over her pussy, noticing the way she spreads her legs a little wider for me. “You’re wet.” I smile, and she swallows but doesn’t argue. No reason to deny what I can feel. When I shove a finger into her, she arches her neck, and her breath catches. “There’s nothing wrong with being a slut, princess.” I insert a second finger, and she moans. “Nate doesn’t understand what that means.” I remove them and push them in again while my thumb massages her clit. “If he could keep you satisfied, then you wouldn’t be fucking other men.”
People say all the time, once a cheater, always a cheater, but I don’t believe that. Not with Raylee. Once my girl understands that she belongs to me, she’ll never need or want another man. And I’ll kill any guy who even tries.
I may allow others to watch me play with her, but that’s only because I know it turns her on. I’ll never share her again.
Reaching up, she runs her hands through her hair while arching her back. “Colt, please—”
“What, princess?” I ask, my fingers getting more forceful. Her body rocks back and forth on her bed, still pinned under mine. I add a third one, spreading her wide, and her hands grip my forearms, nails digging into my skin. “Tell me we have a truce.”
She nods, sucking in a deep breath. “A truce. Just fuck me.”
“That’s a good little slut.” I praise her, and she whimpers. “But not yet.” I remove my fingers from her cunt, and she sags against the bed, her hands dropping from my arms.
I’m going to make her work for it. Standing, I grab her arm and yank her off the bed and shove her to her knees. Picking up the bottle, I take a swig and then order, “Unzip my jeans.”
Her hands lower my zipper quickly, showing me just how much she wants it.
“Pull my dick out.”
She reaches in and does as she’s told, stroking it and licking her red-painted lips.
I tilt the bottle, covering my cock with the liquid. Thankfully, it was sitting out during lunch so it’s not freezing cold. Wine drips off the sides and the head of my dick. “Drink it.”
She opens her mouth and takes in my cock, sucking the wine off my long shaft. “Don’t stop,” I order and pour a little more on my dick; most of it covers her face and spills on her sundress. She closes her eyes, and her mascara leaves black streaks down her hollowed cheeks.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty when you look like this,” I say, my free hand pushing the wet strands from her face while I pour more onto my cock. Her eyes are still closed, her face is soaked and so are my jeans. But she doesn’t stop sucking.
No, she takes me to the back of her throat, and my fingers dig into her hair at the scalp, grabbing her. “Fuck, princess.”
She whimpers on her knees, and I take a drink of the wine while listening to the sound of my cock fucking her mouth. She sucks it like she’s an alcoholic, willing to do whatever to get that last sip.
I pull her mouth from my cock, and she sucks in a breath.
“Look at me,” I order.
Her heavy eyes flutter open and her lashes are wet and clumped together, lipstick smeared, and makeup completely ruined. “Gorgeous,” I praise her.
Those pretty crystal-blue eyes go to the bottle in my other hand, and she licks her wet lips. “Do you want more?”
She nods, shifting on her knees. “Please.”
I lift the bottle, pouring some into my mouth and hold it instead of swallowing. Lowering my head to look down at her, I spit it out all over her face. Closing her eyes, she flinches. “Lick it off,” I order, and her tongue comes out, running across her lips and chin the best she can.
“Colt—”
Jerking her up by her hair, I make her cry out. I grip her chin, slamming my lips to hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine. I’ve never wanted to get drunk more than I do at this very second. I want to drown us both in it.
CHAPTER FOUR
RAYLEE
I DON’T EVEN try to think about how I got myself in this position twice in less than twelve hours. Or the fact that I should want to knock his head off, not let him fuck me.
Colt knows what my body wants, and I refuse to withhold pleasure from myself. If this is the only time we’re not killing one another, then so be it.