Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
“I don’t care,” I say, and manage to narrow my eyes despite the pain. “Just fuck me. Maybe this way I can finally get you out of my system.”
He arches an eyebrow. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
He pushes my head back in position. I look up at him and find him watching me, as I lick from his balls to the tip of his dick. He hisses. I re-adjust myself on my knees and start teasingly swirling my tongue around him. I close my eyes and smile each time he grips my hair like he’s about to lose control. I open my eyes to look at him, as I go back to the head and suck him into my mouth slowly, letting him stretch my mouth as I swirl my tongue around him.
“Holy. . .” His grip tightens on my hair. “Goddamn it, Lyla.”
Hearing him say my name like that makes me go faster and take him deeper. He sinks both hands in my hair and holds the back of my head, pushing me to take more of him. I start to, gradually. His hands tighten on my hair and without warning, he pushes himself deeper than I can take him, so far that I feel him in the back of my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t let up as he starts fucking my mouth, increasing the pace each time I make a sound of protest.
My nails dig into his thighs and he groans so deeply, that for a millisecond I forget the pain. He thrusts again and tears start seeping out of my eyes. He fucks my mouth until he reaches the back of my throat again, and again, groaning deeply each time he does it, which turns me on despite the discomfort. Finally, he pulls out slowly and lets go of my hair. I land on my hands and start gasping for air as I wipe my face. I look up to tell him off and find that maddening, cunning smile on his face.
“What happened?” he asks, jaw ticking. “I thought you didn’t care?”
Asshole. I glare up at him. “I don’t.”
Before I can react, he picks me up like a rag doll and sits me on the bed. The look on his face is murderous. I definitely struck a nerve, but fuck him. He wants to play this game? Okay, then. Let’s fucking play. My mouth still hurts, but I manage to give him my fakest smile and watch his eyes turn to slits. I turn around, get on my hands and knees, and push my ass toward him. This was his preferred position when he fucked women before me. He’d told me that, one night. “They were just fucks, nothing else. I didn’t even look at their faces. I didn’t care.” Even though I hated every single one of them, the knowledge that he was different with me made me delirious.
I personally love this position, but that’s not why I’m doing it. This has become a power play and I know him. He may be pissed off enough to hurt me the way he knows he just did, but not seeing my face while he fucks me will hurt him more. When he doesn’t move, I look at him over my shoulder and push my ass back again. His jaw works as he steps forward, his eyes flashing, when he smacks both ass cheeks hard enough to make me yelp and jolt forward.
“You wanna play games, Lyla James?” He smiles ruthlessly, as he grips my hips and pulls me right back to him. “Is that what this is?”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I breathe, as I turn away and stare at the white plush comforter beneath me.
My hair cascades on either side of my face like a curtain. The only warning I get is his fingers digging into my flesh. He spears me so fucking hard, it actually knocks the wind out of me. I’m really wet, but nothing can prepare me for his size.
I scream.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he says in a low, animalistic groan that makes my entire body tighten. He stops moving for a moment, pulls out, and does it again. “Fucking hell, Lyla. You feel so fucking good.”
He does it again, and again, I scream. I don’t know what I say or sound like, but I know it’s enough to make him pause, just for a moment, before he starts fucking me. His thrusts are deep and ruthless. My stomach and pussy clench with each one. He curses under his breath when he feels it happen. I bite my lip to keep from shouting again. He feels so good. Too good. Somewhere in my jumbled thoughts, I realize he’s not using a condom. I don’t care right now, because I know him. I trust him. I know he’d only do this with me. I will ask later, though. Right now, if he stops fucking me, I’ll die. If he keeps fucking me, I might die. I gasp and tense up when I feel a wet finger coaxing my other hole and hold my breath for the intrusion.