Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
We took the elevator to the top floor, and he stood there with his hands in his pockets, ignoring me.
My eyes were focused on the side of his face, listening to the hum of the elevator. “You knew he’d be there…”
After a breath, he turned to meet my gaze.
“I told you I didn’t want to see him.” I kept my voice low despite my anger. “But you did it anyway.”
The doors opened, and he stepped out of the elevator, hands still in his pockets, a bored look on his face.
I followed him. “You have nothing to say?”
He entered deeper into the apartment before he turned around and regarded me, a hint of harassment in his handsome features. “I knew he might be there. But I’m not going to change my plans to avoid anyone. Not my style.”
“But I told you—”
“Let’s get something straight. Your thoughts and feelings don’t matter.”
I took an involuntary step back, as if his hand had actually struck my face. “Wow…fuck you.”
“And you have no reason to be upset at all because I delivered on my promise to you. As long as you’re with me, you’re untouchable. Did you see the way that motherfucker tucked his tail between his legs and whined like the little bitch he is?”
My eyes shifted back and forth between his.
“Don’t act like that didn’t turn you on.”
“Turn me on?” I asked incredulously. “Two seconds ago, you told me my feelings don’t matter.”
He came close to me, eyes sharp like a butcher’s blade. “I’ve stripped that asshole of all his power. Now all he can do is stare—unless I decide to carve his eyes out of his fucking head.” He was so close to me I could feel his breath fall on my face. “Now I’m going to fuck you while he’s thinking about me fucking you, so you better be ready for me in three minutes.” He walked off as he unfastened his bow tie, heading for his bedroom down the hall.
I watched him go, furious but helpless. I entered my bedroom and set the diamond necklace on the vanity. The teal dress was skintight and took some time to remove without stretching it or ripping it. I eventually got down to my heels and underwear, ripping off the tape over my nipples.
He stepped into the room bare-chested and barefoot, his black sweatpants low on his hips. “I told you to be ready for me.”
“It takes a little longer—”
He lifted me by the hips and set me on the edge of the bed. As he stood between my knees, he lifted one of my legs and removed the heel secured around my ankle. He did the same to the other, the heavy shoe thumping against the rug as it hit the floor. His big hands lifted my hips to the ceiling, until his thumbs dug into the seamless thong. He yanked it down, treating the delicate fabric like it was a sturdy rubber band.
One thick arm scooped under my back, and he lifted me as he scooted me farther up the bed, as if I were nothing more than a pillow. As he settled on top of me, he pushed his bottoms down until his pulsing hardness emerged. One arm hooked behind my knee, and he positioned my other leg behind his shoulder before he tilted his hips and guided himself inside me.
It all happened so fast. My back had barely hit the bed, and now his thickness was deep inside me, stretching me like it was the first time. His face was directly over mine as he sank, his big size welcomed by wet slickness. He pushed until there was nowhere else to go, when he felt my body wince in resistance. A satisfied moan left his lips before he started to move, to thrust inside me with deep and even strokes. “Fuck…this is a wet pussy.” He glided through my stickiness, his eyes looking down into mine with victory.
Folded underneath him, all I could do was take it, watching his lean and hard body work to fuck me into the sheets. My palms flattened against his chest for the first time, feeling the slabs of concrete that filled out his t-shirts so nicely. My hands dragged down, my nails catching the grooves of muscles of his stomach. I could feel them tighten with every thrust, feel his hard body flex that much harder. I circled his torso with my hands and felt his muscular back, feeling the lines that divided all the different segments of his strength. One hand moved down to his hard ass and gave a tug, pushing his dick farther into me even though it hurt to take any more.
He quickened his pace and fucked me harder, the red tint entering his tanned skin. His dark eyes hardened in arousal, his firm jawline getting even tighter. “That turned you on, didn’t it?” His breaths grew shallow, his beautiful skin starting to glisten with sweat.