Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” she hisses, moaning right after.
“I’m deeper now. You feel it, don’t you?”
“I feel all of you.” She gasps. “God, you’re everywhere. This is … I’ve …”
My eyes narrow and then it clicks.
She’s never fucked this way before, never given herself over to someone else, at their mercy, and not just that, but never raw. Just me.
Only ever me.
Fuck me, that does something to me and it ain’t normal ’cause I knew that, right? Felt it even though she didn’t say it. Maybe not the condomless part, but the rest, fuck yeah, I knew.
My ego sails, obsession peaking to an all-time high, skyrocketing. I need to mark her, to claim her so everyone knows whose she is. For now, I settle for my stamp on the body that belongs to me. I smack her ass hard, the slap a sharp echo, and she spasms, coming with no warning, and it’s a fucking sight.
Beauty fucking queen.
My fucking queen.
I don’t pause or let up, but I do flip her, hauling her up on all fours and bracing myself behind her.
Her knees widen for me, and I slide inside, my hips slapping at her pussy, balls smacking her clit over and over, and then she’s trembling once more.
Her muscles give, her left elbow collapsing, so I nudge the right one down too, her cheek now flat on the comforter, ass nice and fucking high.
I bend forward, licking my way up her spine as my hips drive into her. “Look at you, Rich Girl. Bent over like this, offering this ass to me. I should take it now.” I press over the tight ring of muscle, and she lets out a long, muffled moan, clenching even more around me. “Yeah, you like the sound of that, don’t you?”
She nods, clamping her eyes closed, nails shredding through the comforter.
“I’d be so fucking filthy to you. I will be, maybe soon.” I kiss her left shoulder, then her right, and push up again, massaging the sharp red palm print across her ass cheek.
“I should punish you for what you did tonight,” I force past clenched teeth, eyes rolling back as my thighs clench in warning, finale number two right fucking there, begging to be let loose into its home. “But this pussy is too good, so tight and warm and mine. I can’t, and to know no one’s ever had you like this … raw, heat to fucking heat …”
Not yet, not yet, not yet …
I hold off, drawing blood from my cheek. “Imma need you to give me one more.” I bend, folding my back over hers, using her shoulder as a pillow as both my hands drive beneath her.
My hips bump furiously, and I pinch her clit, rolling it between my fingers as I tweak her nipples, tugging and pinching in rapid succession.
“I can’t, I can’t …” she whines, body taut.
I bite her shoulder. “You can. You will.”
I shove in hard, again and again, and she gasps, shaking.
“Bastian—”
“Give me what I earned,” I cut her off.
She breaks, and my cock loves it, letting go as she flutters around it.
Pushing in as far as I can, I jerk, twitching as she falls to her stomach, and I give her my weight. She must not mind it because her hand manages to come up, loosely threading into my hair.
We lie like that, naked and piled together for several minutes before I roll off, lift her and tuck her into me.
Her body is dead weight, limp to my touch and slick with sweat. Her hair is wrecked, makeup smeared and lipstick all the fuck over.
“Why are you smirking like that?” she rasps.
“You’re good and fucked, and you look it.”
“And you like that.”
I climb over her again, lowering my body onto hers. “I fucking love that.”
Her eyes hold mine and something passes between us, and while neither of us says a word, we lean in, in the same moment, our lips meeting in the middle.
The kiss is slower than any other we’ve had, almost like we’re exploring, memorizing. Searching? For what, I don’t know, but I’m thinking we already found it, and you know what they say …
Finders keepers.
And losers can get fucked.
Chapter 16
Bass
She sits on the edge of the bed, slipping her spiky heels on, her hair falling forward, hiding her from me.
Not okay with that.
My hand comes up, pushing her long golden locks over her other shoulder, so there isn’t a spot on her face I can’t see.
Her head turns to peek at me, eyes gliding along my face. “You do that a lot.”
“What?”
“Touch my hair.” She watches me for a moment, gaze settling along the bruising on my face. “Your eye is turning purple.”
“You should see the other guys … plural.”
Her lips lift with an airy laugh, and she leans back, lying across my lap.
It’s such a normal, comfortable move to make that it digs at something inside me. I can’t stop staring at her.