Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Nineteen
Ryan
Take her home, I thought when I saw her tears. You’ve fucked everything up beyond reason already.
I’d lost my temper. Likely my job. Probably this whole new life I was trying to build for myself.
I’d have to move away again. Start over. And this time, I wouldn’t have Mack there to help me.
You don’t deserve his help. You’re a lost cause. And you certainly don’t deserve this woman’s trust.
But here she was. Soft and sweet and reaching for me. A safe place. A sanctuary.
I needed her. I needed her so badly it scared me—even if it was just for tonight.
She could make me feel good again. She could wrap me up in her warmth and her trust and her desire. She would take me inside her even after knowing who I really was.
And I needed to make her feel good too, to channel this hot pulsing rage in me toward something good, to hear her moan and sigh, to feel her fall apart around me, to know I wasn’t alone.
My hands were everywhere. In her hair, beneath her blouse, between her legs. They shoved my jacket from her shoulders. They fumbled frantically with the button and zipper on her jeans. I slid one down her underwear and moaned at the snug, slick warmth as my fingers slipped inside her.
She clung to me, kissed my lips, my jaw, my throat. She ran her hands inside my jacket, over my chest, around my lower back. She yanked my shirt from my jeans so she could feel my skin, and my stomach tightened at her touch. She slid her palm over the bulge at my crotch, moved it up and down over my cock, which strained at the zipper.
“I want my mouth on you,” she whispered at my ear before sucking my earlobe into her mouth, teasing it with her teeth and tongue. Her fingers traced the outline of my erection lingering at the tip. “I want to lick you like this. I want my tongue right here.”
“Fuck,” I growled, circling my wet fingertips over her clit, knowing if I didn’t get her off first, my dick would take over and all would be lost.
She began to writhe above my fingers. “Oh God,” she whispered. She clenched a fist in my shirt and turned her face to the side, her mouth falling open. I slid my fingers inside her again, and she rocked her hips over my hand, driving both of us closer to orgasm. A second later, she cried out and I nearly came in my pants at the sight of her climaxing in front of me.
As soon as she opened her eyes and looked at me, I undid my jeans and shoved them down, desperate to get inside her.
“Oh fuck,” I said, hating myself. “I didn’t bring anything.”
“That’s okay.” She dropped to her knees in front of me and freed my cock from its prison. “We don’t need one. And don’t worry …” Wrapping her hand tightly around my shaft, she circled the crown with one sweep of her tongue. “I know what oral sex is now.”
I groaned, my knees close to buckling. I put my hands on the wall behind her. Fuck yes she knew—I don’t know what books she’d started reading once she realized the truth, but Christ, she’d paid attention. She used her hands, her lips, her tongue. She licked and sucked and swirled and teased. She moaned like my dick was the best thing she’d ever tasted, and she told me she’d never imagined she’d be with anyone so big, so hard, so intimidating.
It was possibly bullshit. I definitely didn’t fucking care.
I was rough with her. I was too loud. I pulled her hair and forced her to look me in the eye, which she did—unabashedly, while moving her mouth up and down my cock so slowly I thought I was going to die. I held her head and fought the urge to fuck her mouth like the monster I was, then gave up, bracing my hands against the wall and thrusting with deep, vicious strokes between her perfect round lips. She grabbed my hips, took me to the back of her throat again and again and again. I watched it all, until my body reached the breaking point and my vision went starry and all that heat and tension exploded in hot, rhythmic bursts.
I don’t know how she didn’t choke.
She did gasp for air, however, as soon as I pulled out. “Holy shit,” she panted.
“Are you okay?” I asked, barely able to breathe myself, still propped up with my palms against the barn. I didn’t trust my legs not to give way.
“Yes.” She wiped her mouth with the back of one wrist. “More than okay. That was amazing.”
“For me it was. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”