Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“You owned it today.”
I widened my eyes in shock. “I would never give a blow job. I’m a lady.”
He whistled. “Yes, you are.”
I tapped at his chest. “Get off me so we can go.”
“We’re not leaving until you come.”
“They’re going to call the cops,” I argued.
“They won’t. You think we’re the first rich couple to hook up in here?”
“Oh wow. Is that how the rich do it?”
“Yeah.” He groaned and rubbed against me. “I’m so mad at you right now.”
“What did I do?”
“I wanted to wait until you were more healed.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
I frowned. “Then I will be.”
“You will.”
I tossed him a wicked smile. “I actually think sex would help me heal.”
“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Yes. Really bad, nasty sex,” I whispered. “Wet and hot.”
“Mmm.” He bit his lip some more and just stared down at for me a long time. “You want to be bad?”
“Yes, baby.”
“It’s about to go down.”
“Really?”
“I’m listening to rap now. Check this out.” He crossed his arms. “Stay ten steps ahead of the game, I’m focused. Dumbledore to these bitches. Hocus pocus.”
Laughter fled from my lips. “Oh God. You’re never allowed to go to South End without me. Too much has rubbed off on you.”
“Look. Open your legs wider. It’s about to go down!”
“Chase, shhh.” I covered my face to stop my laughing. “They’re going to come up here if we don’t keep it down.”
“I already told you what is about to happen, tesoro. There’ll be a whole lot of noise coming from up here.” He yanked at the top of my dress, pulling it down like a deranged lover, and freeing my breasts. “I’m going to make your body sing.”
“Well, at least you won’t make it rap.”
“You’ll pay for that.” He wrenched away the material, exposing my breasts some more. They flopped out to greet his eyes. Hard nipples and soft flesh. They craved his touch, and I almost begged him to suck on them.
He leaned down and lapped at one nipple. Fire blazed there. It went wet with his mouth, and I moaned, sliding my body against him to feel even more.
He suckled on my nipple and I squirmed under him in pure pleasure.
“I love you, tesoro.” And then he touched me.
Like it was his first time.
Like he’d never had it.
He gazed at my body with lust.
My breasts.
My neck.
He looked at me and energy moved through the air.
Pushing the bottom of my dress up, he slid my panties to the side and toyed with my pussy. Just as those full lips continued to suction on my nipples.
I couldn’t stop the cries of lust from ripping out of my throat.
I had no dignity. No sense of ladylike values or misogynistic views on what a proper woman should be doing. I wanted to fuck, and do it hard and nasty. Just take over my body and never hold back. I needed him inside, on top, and behind me, slipping all over my skin.
“Give it to me, Chase. Now, please.”
He grunted. “Say please again, tesoro. I love it.”
“Please,” I moaned.
He positioned his cock to my opening. “Say it again.”
“Please, Chase.”
He plunged into me, stretched my body around him and pushed more moans out of me. “Do you want it deeper?”
“Yes.”
“Look at me.”
Moaning, I gazed into his eyes. “Chase.”
Lifting me up from the bed and into the air, he thrust into me slower. “Fuck.”
He still remained on the bed on his knees, fucking me hard, his hips grinding in circular motion. He was a sexual athlete. His muscles rippled along his arms and chest. Sweat dripped down his chiseled stomach and still he ground that hard cock into me as if I was paying him a million dollars.
His warm breath brushed against my moist skin. My heart drummed in my chest. Holmes’s bed thumped with our hot movements.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Our groans matched each other.
Breath for breath.
“You feel so good,” he mumbled.
“Yes, baby.”
Chase growled, “I want to go so deep I can’t come out.”
I almost laughed, if not for the orgasm that crashed into me. “Ah!”
“Yes, tesoro.” He bounced me on him, my head bobbing back and forth like a bobble head doll bursting with heated sensations.
Drowning, I fell into him. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”
It was all I could say. There was no sense of alphabets or things called words and sentences. I was trying to tell him to not stop, but he drove that cock into me with pure precision and watched me breakdown the whole time.
“Yes, such a good girl.”
“Oh.”
“Take it.”
“Oh.” Waves of pleasure rippled through me.
“This is how you’ll heal.”
And then all of me came apart.
Chapter 29
Chase
Benny stayed silent.
No more copycat Ripper murders in London. No threats to my family or me. No severed heads delivered in pretty boxes. No one spotted him.
He’d disappeared.
Jasmine and I had peace for the first time in months, and it made me nervous as hell.