Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
He placed a hand flat on my stomach and slowly moved lower. I whimpered aloud when he reached the waistband of my shorts, causing him to laugh.
“Do you want me to touch your pussy, Rose?”
“Yes,” I whispered against his mouth, wondering how that was even a question.
He delved into my shorts and pulled my underwear to the side, laughing lowly when he felt how wet I was. “For someone unsure, if they like me or not, you’re awfully fucking wet. I’ve barely touched you yet,” he murmured, running a finger straight down my center. I made a low sound in the back of my throat and held him tighter.
“Spread your legs, pretty girl.”
I did as he said, moaning loudly when he dipped a finger inside me.
“Fuck, Rose.” He dropped his mouth to my neck and added another digit, pushing in and then pulling out.
“Con,” I whimpered, rocking my hips against him.
He paused and drew back so that he could see my face. “What did you call me?”
“Con,” I replied with a moan as he rotated his hand and pushed his fingers inside me again.
“Say it again,” he demanded, rocking his digits inside my pussy.
I did, barely able to get the word out of my mouth, digging into his shoulders. I was so wet I could feel arousal coating his hand and dripping down my thighs. My muscles were beginning to tighten, and pleasure building in my center.
It was all him.
The way he smelled and how good he felt. The way his eyes watched my every tell and he drank in my moans. It wouldn’t take much for me to come. He knew it too.
“Ride my fingers, pretty girl. get yourself off.”
I rocked against him, burying my face in his chest to muffle my moans. I fucked his hand as hard as I could.
Given our position, there was only so much I could do. He began to rub my clit in slow, measured circles.
“Con,” I choked, pulling him as close as I could.
He dragged his tongue up my throat and kissed his way over to my ear. When he sank his teeth into the lower lobe, I came, trapping his hand between my legs. He covered my mouth with his and kissed me deeply, swallowing my scream.
It took minutes for me to come back to reality. For it to set in what I’d just done, and with who.
“Oh, my god,” I whispered, dropping my forehead onto his shoulder.
His chest rumbled with laughter. He gently pulled his fingers out of me and brought them up to my mouth, coated in come and my arousal.
“Clean them off,” he commanded huskily.
Looking into his eyes, I closed my lips around them and savored the taste of myself. When I finished and made a show of licking my lips, he swore again and pressed a kiss to my forehead in an unexpectedly sweet way.
“I’ve thought about how to do this too many times to have it go down like this.”
“What?” I questioned, unsure if I’d heard that right.
“The next time I touch you, your cunt will be riding my face.” He kissed my cheek. “And then my dick will be inside each fuckable hole on your body.”
When words failed me, I nodded. He smirked. “Come on, let’s you get inside.” He stepped back and wrapped his arm around my waist. We didn’t speak until at my front door. He turned me around and kissed me again, making sure I’d feel it long after he was gone.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured when he pulled away, more to himself than me.
We didn’t discuss his crude idea of a joke or why I seemed to be fine with him taking someone apart—his words. No promises or proclamations were made, and he didn’t mention what he planned to do after this.
I slipped inside and locked the door, sinking down to the floor wondering what the hell had just happened. Part of me wondered if I’d just imagined that whole thing, but I could still feel his fingers inside me and his lips on mine.
It wasn’t until later, when I passed in front of my window in nothing but a towel, that I realized I forgot my pop.
CHAPTER THREE
CONSTANTINE
I watched her go inside, her face flushed from coming all over my hand and marred with confusion. There wasn’t anything I could do about the latter yet. The second I was out of her line of sight I pulled my phone out and texted Earl I was leaving.
I really didn’t want to. I would have much rather gone inside and fucked Rose on and against every surface of her house until she could no longer tell which way was up and which way was down, and my dick left a permanent imprint inside her.
More than fucking her, I wanted to hold her while she slept and watch her when she did everything else without having to creep in and do it from the shadows. I walked by the piece of shit on wheels she had driven tonight and seriously debated coming back to set it on fire.