Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Please, Locke,” I begged again.
I had never asked the man for anything, and yet I was now. I was begging. Pleading for him to take me. My first ask of my father’s best friend wasn’t for money. It wasn’t for security. It wasn’t for any of the things Locke had tried so hard in the past to offer.
No.
My ask was for something so sordid, so wrong, so debauched.
My first ask of him was for him to fuck me.
To fuck me on his couch like a dirty little slut.
He didn’t hesitate, parting my folds with his tongue and lapping at my clit. He moved his hands up and down my inner thighs, every so often brushing against my pussy, driving me crazy with need.
My body was on fire, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he continued to lick my clit.
His tongue slowed down its movements, and I felt it pushing against me, slipping inside my folds some more. I moaned as his tongue dove deeper, exploring me as his finger caressed my clit.
I was writhing under his touch, my hips grinding against the couch. I was drenched, my desire for Locke so intense that I could feel my pussy throbbing for more.
I was on the edge, the first signs of an orgasm rising inside me. But Locke wasn’t done yet, and he seemed determined to take his time as he brought his face to mine, his lips inches from where my moans and gasps blended as one.
“I want to be gentle. I want to be slow. But I’m not that kind of man,” he growled, his lips hovering over mine.
I could hear my moans becoming louder in response, muting only when he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring me. The taste of my own arousal on the kiss ignited a more animalistic need inside of me.
“I don’t need gentle or slow. Fuck me like you want to.”
I was breathless, but I needed Locke to take me hard. I needed him to show a part of himself that he had yet to reveal to me, to be the passionate man that was underneath the cool exterior.
He growled as he pulled away, reaching over to his wallet and extracting a condom. With his eyes burning into mine, he pulled his own pants down, freeing his hard cock.
I shivered as I stared down at it, noticing that it was longer and thicker than I’d expected it to be. My body was ready for him, my mind spinning with lust and desire, but my heart was having a harder time acclimating to the idea of having sex with Locke.
I was staring at Locke’s dick!
I could feel my heart beginning to pound faster, in fear of where this might lead me.
But as Locke’s body covered mine, his bare chest pressing against my sensitive breasts, I let that fear go.
The air around us was heavy, thick with tension. The quiet that fell on us was broken only by the sound of our harsh breathing as I waited for Locke to make the next move.
Finally, he grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him. I was still sitting on the couch, but my ass was hanging off the edge. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him closer as I felt his hard cock pressing against me.
“Fuck me, Locke. Please.”
And with that, he thrust inside me, his cock filling me up as I let out a shuddering moan.
My words had been my undoing, because I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, as if my sex had driven him wild. He moaned as he pushed himself deeper, his cock buried inside of me.
He was big. Too big.
The stretch of my pussy reminded me of the night—
It was as if my body remembered how it felt to be fucked by Locke. And yet there was no way—
I felt him pull out of me and flip me around. I was facing the back of the couch, my ass high in the air as Locke pushed me down, his cock finding its way back into me.
I moaned loudly, my hands resting on the couch and my face buried in the cushions. I could feel him pounding me, his cock slamming into my pussy while his pelvis pressed against my ass.
He grunted as he fucked me, and my breath was muffled just as it had been with the musty dirt of the forest during the nights of The Hunt.
His breathing sounded the same, his growls sent the same chill through my body, and his cock spread me to the point where I had no choice but to cry out.
But this was Locke.
Not the bone-masked hunter.
Locke. Just Locke.
His hands slapped against my ass, the sound crackling through the room, and I could feel the sting of his strikes spread out over my flesh as he continued to pound me.