Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 151304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
But when his hand glided up my back to my nape and he gripped me hard, holding me in his grasp, my breathing stuttered, and I found the words.
My voice was little over a whisper. “Unless we’re both naked.”
His chuckle was dark, cruel. “That’s right.” The hand at my mound pressed harder. “You need this, don’t you?” His voice lowered. “You need me.”
I did.
I really did.
When his fingers tangled in my hair, I moaned out, “What are you waiting for? Fuck me already.”
Reaching under my teddy, he pulled and the three small snap buttons between my legs broke apart, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulled. They fell to my ankles in a pool of lace, and I stepped out of them on shaking legs.
“Can you feel it?”
I could. There was a thrum in the air. A thickness. An intensity. He pawed my ass cheek, gripping it hard enough to make me wince. His breath warmed my cheek as the sound of his zipper lowering reverberated in the janitor’s closet.
“Fuck, this is gonna be good.”
A knock sounded at the door. It was Sasha. “Nas, get out here. You and I are going to talk.”
I yelled out, “Go away!” at the same time Vik boomed, “Not a good time, Sash.”
But my brother knocked again, sounding pissed. “I’m not asking again.”
At that moment, Vik’s fingers circled his thick cock, and he pushed me flat against the wall. The hot head of his length glanced my searing flesh, and then he pushed, entering me from behind. My moan was loud, embarrassingly so, and when I clenched around him, Vik ground out, “Fuck.”
A pause.
“Maybe we should talk about this later,” Sasha uttered, clearly unimpressed.
But Vik gripped my hips, pushed his front into my back, and began thrusting. “Fuck off, Sash.”
The feel of him, filling me up, stretching me, had my mouth parting as I panted out, “Don’t be a pussy.”
His growl had me grinning darkly, and when he drove into me rough and fast, the only sounds in the room were of our bodies slapping against each other mingled with heavy breathing. He fucked me so hard I saw stars, and I chuckled coarsely. “Is that all you got?”
“Don’t push me, baby,” Vik snarled in my ear, and I gasped quietly. When one arm circled my waist firmly, holding me in place, he used the other to push down on my lower back, making my ass stick out, and when next he pushed into me, the change in angle hit all the right spots.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
Vik laughed knowingly at the shell of my ear as he huffed out, “Found it.”
He found it, all right. And as he drove into me hard enough to have my face hitting the cold brick, my pussy squeezed around him, and his voice tight, he ground out, “Oh fuck. I’m right there, baby.”
So was I.
And when he took my hips in his hands and pulled me back into him, piercing me over and over again with his thick cock, I came closer and closer to finding rapture. Harder and harder, he thrust up into me until it was almost painful.
It was funny what a little pain could do.
Like a switch flicking, I went from ready to there, and throwing my head back, I cried out, “Yes.”
Not a second later, my walls were torn down, and beneath them, heaven was revealed. My pussy tightened for the longest time before I let go, and when my core clenched spasmodically, my soul left my body.
The moment I came, Vik’s thrusts were pulled out of time, and his hips jerked fitfully as he held his breath a moment, then groaned, “Fuck yes, baby. Do it. Milk me.”
He pushed the length of him into me, not willing to retreat, taking in my release as if it were his own. His groin pressed at my ass, and he ground against me, pulling a second wave a pleasure from me. My body shook as he drove impossibly deep, and when my core clenched, wringing out the last of my orgasm, Vik pressed his forehead to the crown of my head and spoke quietly through gritted teeth. “Fuck. I’m gonna blow.”
Yes.
There was nothing better than feeling him lose himself inside me.
My stomach clenched as the arm at my waist flexed, and he stilled a moment before I peeked over my shoulder to see he gritted his teeth and winced. He stopped breathing, and for a second, so did I. And then I felt it.
His cock, hard as rock, began to jerk in me, and he panted erratically, his torso tensing then releasing as he fought the bliss my body brought him. He breathed heavily, then groaned lightly as the last of the spasms hit, and when his body went slack, we stayed as we were, connected and panting into the small, dimly lit room.