Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“Right now?” he asked, and I heard the smug grin in his voice. “Only about a hundred and twenty. Ooh, hundred and thirty.”
“A hundred and thirty?” I thought I would faint.
“Well, hundred-sixty, now. Let’s get through the next curve, and we’ll go for fifth gear.” He downshifted, but not as much as I would have for the bend. We whipped through before I could worry, and then through another, and then, he did exactly what he’d threatened to do. He pinned it, shifted up, then up again, and I peeked a look at the digital speedometer.
Oh my god. We were going two-hundred and twenty miles per hour.
I’d never tried cocaine, but I was pretty sure this was what it felt like. I tingled from the bottoms of my feet to every follicle of hair on my scalp. I caught my reflection in the side mirror, and my pupils were dilated. I could see my rapid pulse in them. The adrenaline pushed out from the inside, threatening to burst right through my skin. I pressed my thighs together; my clit throbbed and my pussy clenched in rhythm with my heartbeat. I forced my gaze from Neil’s hands to the fierce green of his eyes as they flicked over the track.
He was loving it. More surprisingly, I was loving it.
My butt lifted out of the seat around the next curve, even though he’d really backed off on the speed to get through it. I’d never been on any roller coaster that had made me feel this out-of-control. By the time we returned to the starting line, I was panting.
“We need to go somewhere,” I gasped as we pulled off the track and rolled toward the garage.
“Are you going to be car sick?” he asked, pulling off his helmet. The concern on his face displayed his complete lack of understanding of the situation.
I got rid of my helmet, unfastened my seatbelt, gripped the front of his sweater, and twisted. “We need to go somewhere to fuck.”
“I—” Neil ducked a vicious nibble attack and steered us away from the very confused looking guy waving us into the garage. “I can’t do anything if you bite my face off, Sophie!”
I leaned back in my seat, writhing. “Hurry.”
“I’m not sure it was a good idea to bring you here,” he said with a surprised laugh. “Am I going to survive?”
“You’re going to fuck me!” I groaned, already pulling off my jacket.
He drove to the back of a mostly empty lot and parked behind an unhitched trailer. Snow bracketed each tire, so it hadn’t moved and wouldn’t, for a while. The second the car stopped, I climbed to straddle his lap. I held his face and kissed him, harder and bolder than I usually would. Even in our vanilla sex, I tended to let him take charge. Not today. I grabbed his hair to jerk his head back and rose over him, reaching between us to paw at his fly.
He twisted his face away from me. “You’re wearing boots, Sophie! This isn’t going to work.”
That knocked some sense into me. I sat back, my face scrunching up into an expression of horny confusion. I still wanted to have sex, but he was right, the boots and jeans would be a hindrance.
Luckily, he followed up with a solution my adrenaline and hormone addled brain wouldn’t have been able to figure out: “We’re going to have to get out.”
I scrambled off his lap as the scissor door opened, and I almost spilled my ass onto the snow-covered pavement. The air was so cold it felt like I would never breathe again. I had enough presence of mind to look around us to make sure we wouldn’t be seen. I don’t think it would have stopped me, though.
Neil stepped up behind me and closed his hand over the back of my neck. He pushed me down on the hood, slapped my ass and growled, “Get those fucking jeans down.”
I reached between my body and the car to pop my button and pull the zipper. Neil grabbed the crotch of the too-tight denim and jerked them down, tearing my panties in the process. His jeans touched the back of my thighs, and I rose up on my toes. I arched my back as he entered me, and a long moan of relief tore from my throat.
“Quiet, sounds carry in the cold,” he warned, breathing heavily. “This has to be fast, or we’ll freeze to death.”
I didn’t need much time, anyway. He pounded into me, and I slipped my hand down my body to rub my clit in rapid circles. My orgasm accelerated at the same rate the Venom had, and there was no holding back, even though my lips were clamped together tight. I gasped and wailed a ragged sound, my toes curling and cramping in my boots.