Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 134663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“You want a piece of me, Rose?” I spit, ripping her knickers off and tossing them aside. She cries out, her head falling back on her shoulders. It gives me perfect access to her neck, my mouth falling there naturally. I lick the column of her throat. She tastes like salt. Salt, sea, and fucking heaven. “The real me?” I bite down on her flesh hard, reaching for her tits and yanking the cups of her bra down. I feel no resistance. I hear no refusal. Consent is dotted over every inch of her body in the form of fire. My cock swells behind my boxers, lurching against the material, straining hard. I pull down the waistband and free it, groaning when the tip skims the crease of her arse. “Tell me you want it.” I take hold of my dick and trace lines across her arse, leaving trails of pre-cum as I go. “Tell me you want my thick cock smashing into your desperate pussy.”
Her fists come up to the wall and slam hard, my teeth sinking into the flesh of her neck again.
“Tell me.” Suddenly, I need that verbal go-ahead. I need her to beg.
“No.” Her breathy refusal isn’t telling me I can’t fuck her. But I still won’t. Not until she gives me the magic word. It takes everything in me, but I drop my cock, drop her body, and drop her neck from my mouth, moving back. “No,” she screams the moment I’m no longer touching her, slumping against the wall, her fists going mad, bashing against it.
If I wasn’t so fucking frustrated, I’d smile. But smiling is beyond me now. Way beyond me. “Fuck off out of my room,” I snarl. “Get the fuck out of my room before I throw you out.” I either throw her out or fuck her blind without the okay I need. I can’t do that. I refuse to do that, no matter how much she wants me to. No matter how much I need to.
She rolls against the plaster, showing no signs of obeying my command. It fuels the fire inside me, both the desire and the anger. I steam forward grabbing her arm and manhandling her to the door. She fights me, just as I expected, trying to pry my fingers from her flesh, hitting and smacking me as I drag her to the door. It would be easy to lose my cool. Easy to knock her to the ground with one slap. I’ve never had the urge to lash out at a woman, and not even my lack of control in this moment will change that. I swing the door open and turn toward her.
And get knocked back by a fist square on my jaw.
I stagger back in surprise, blinking through the stars in my vision until I can see her. Fuck me, she’s got a stellar right hook. I flex my jaw, practically cracking it into place. The look in her eyes tells me she’s surprised too, her form frozen once more. I don’t know what to do with this. “You just fucking punched me.” So I state the obvious like a moron.
She backs up, wary, her eyes wide. She thinks I’m going to return the favor. Oh, I am. I lunge forward and grab her, spinning her until her back slams into my chest. I take her wrists and cross her arms over her front, immobilizing her, disturbing the bandage on my arm as I do. I ignore the flash of pain when I brush the cuts against her flesh and walk her to the wall. My mouth at her ear, I whisper, “Say it.” And she nods. “Say yes, Rose,” I demand, leaning into her, pushing her against the wall. My cock reloads.
“Yes,” she whimpers, sounding like she could burst into tears at any moment. I exhale and slowly release her arms. Her stance widens. My palms come up and rest either side of her waist. Her face turns to the side. Her arse juts out in invitation. “Yes,” she repeats, this time evenly.
I look down at my cock. The damn thing is weeping. Reaching forward, I take her hair tie and pull it free, releasing her damp waves. My hand slides onto her scalp and clamps down, my body moving in. When the tip of my dick meets the crack of her arse, my body folds in anticipation for the pleasure it knows is coming.
I. Am. So. Ready.
Desperation is going to lead this. “Tell me you’re on birth control,” I order, tracing a line up her spine with my fingertip, flipping the catch of her bra as I pass. She nods. “Tell me you’ve always used protection before me.”
“Always. Now you tell me the same.”
“Always.” Taking her hips, I yank them back, stepping out, widening my stance to get level. My dick needs no guiding in. It knows exactly where it wants to be, and I push past her entrance on a stifled growl. My teeth clench. My muscles tense. My body spasms with the pleasure of that first deep plunge.