Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Home.
My nails dig into his chest as I start to move because even if he feels like that place I want to call home, my head knows better and tells me so. So, I dig my nails in to tell me differently. To try to numb the pain that comes along with it. Because loving Ryken Lord is something I have done for far too long, and it’s best to try to numb myself to him. To not feel the feelings I have for him and put them away. Only two things seem to come from loving him—pain and hurt. And that’s all on me no one else.
My nails dig in with each glide I make on his cock. My clit rubbing against him, and my pussy tightening around him. It’s a fucking pleasure that only exists when he’s inside of me.
“Barbie, my little whore.”
My movements don’t stop, but my hand reacts and slaps him across the face, as I continue to move. I’m not here for his pleasure, I’m doing this to take mine.
“Barbie, my fucking Barbie,” he says, sitting up with me still inside of him. He kisses my neck, and I try to keep my movements going because I’m close, so fucking close. “I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you, Barbie.”
My hands wrap around his neck, and I pull him to me to shut him up. His face is drawn to my breasts, and he licks them, lifting one hand from my ass and pulling my breast with his fingers as he sucks the other one. He’s good, so fucking good, that when he flips me, he stays inside of me, and I become half on my bed and half off as he pounds into me from behind. He fucks me like he’s meant to. Like I’m his whore because that’s what it feels like being with him. We shouldn’t be together. He had her, and I was his side piece of trash that shouldn’t have existed. It didn’t stop me, though. Even when I screamed at myself to stay away.
He was my oxygen every time he touched me.
The world would stop, and all I’d see would be him. All I would feel would be him.
Ryken Lord takes my world and makes it his. Every. Damn. Time.
He slaps my ass hard and reaches down to grab my tit as he squeezes my nipple with firm pressure.
I come, and my body wants to collapse onto my bed, but he holds me up by the waist and fucks me until I come again. This time when I come he does too. He falls onto my back careful to not suffocate me and kisses my neck. He eventually rolls off of me, so he’s next to me. My hair is covering my face, so he pushes it back and leans in and kisses my jawline.
It hits me then what we’ve done. That he’s here. When Livia’s there, in a hospital.
“Where’s Livia?” I ask him, pulling away.
His hand drops to the bed, and he sighs at my words. “In the hospital,” he answers.
I turn to face him. “Shouldn’t you be with her?” I ask, trying to hold my emotions back.
He shakes his head. “She knows it’s over, we’ve spoken about it.”
I laugh at his words. “You spoke... did you also tell her we went behind her back for ages? That every time you touched me somehow we cheated on her?” I push up, but he stands before I do and pushes me back down, so he’s standing above me. I look up to him now, and he’s pissed.
“She knows we fucked, don’t think she doesn’t. But no, if you must know. I didn’t go into details about how many times we fucked, or how many times I wished she was you, and that I never left you. So don’t even try that shit with me, Barbie. She knows I want you. I always fucking have. And I’ll do every fucking thing to have you. Do you hear me?” He lifts my chin with his finger, higher so I can see him clearly. His cock’s right in my face, and it’s growing as I look at it. “Don’t fucking lick your lips in front of me. Fuck.”
My hand reaches out, and I wrap it around his length. He drops his hand from my face, and I push up on my knees and reach forward to touch the tip of his cock with my tongue. He groans, and it’s loud. So I do it again, this time circling the tip like it’s my own lollypop.
“Barbie,” he groans in pleasure.
I touch his balls, playing with them, and then I open my mouth wide and take him in. His hand grabs my hair, and he starts to move me without me moving myself. Up and down, and each time I go up, I make sure to circle his tip just a fraction with my tongue before I go back down. He pulls me out and turns me, so I’m on my back. His cock now standing tall above me. I reach for it again, now lying on my back, my hand touching it, then lean up taking a long lick underneath. He swears. Loudly. As I do so.