Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Bryce.”
His hands frame my face, and he pulls me forward. Our mouths clash, and our passion for each other burns bright.
Bryce glides his hand down my body, and I hear the buckles of the strap-on being released before it crashes to the floor beside the bed. His strong hands grip my waist, and he flips us over so he’s on top, peering down at me. “I want to fuck you every second of every day.”
“Well, what’s stopping you?”
He gets off me and saunters into the bathroom, and immediately I miss the warmth of his body.
“Well, I’d be buried in you right now,” he says as he taps at his phone, “but I think I should get cleaners into the woods?”
“Cleaners?”
Bryce finishes texting and puts his phone down on the nightstand. He rubs the back of his neck. “Yes, they’ll come and clean up the mess I made. Get rid of the body.”
“Paul.”
“Yes, Paul.”
“You killed your son,” I whisper.
“When I was younger, I belonged to a gang. I knew a guy whose sister they raped, and you know what his parents did?”
I shake my head.
He shifts on the bed, his elbows on his knees, eyes cast down. “They killed her. Fucked up, isn’t it? She was raped, and instead of helping her, they killed her because she had dishonored them.” Bryce turns to look at me, his eyes haunted. “The fucked-up part is that the girl’s family apologized to the rapist and his family. Their daughter got raped, and they sided with the rapist. If they really wanted to do something about her honor, they should have slit the motherfuckin’ rapist’s throat. Paul made his choice, and I made mine. It was about honor. By hurting you, he became what I detest most in this world. No man has a right to put his hands on a woman unless it’s making her come repeatedly, per her request.”
Bryce turns and grips my head, bringing me toward him. His forehead touches mine, and he whispers, “Can you forgive me?”
“Forgive you? For what?”
“For letting you see the darkness within me.”
My heart aches for him, for the sadness in his life, and for the devastation of my existence. I crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “We are multi-layered, Bryce. Your darkness does not define you. But for me to love you, I need to comprehend its capabilities. You can’t truly love without knowing all the dark corners that remain. You may have done some bad things, but you are not an evil man. Trust me, I’ve seen evil men.”
He pushes my hair behind my ear and smiles. “You might change your mind based on what I tell you next.”
“I doubt it.”
“When you were sleeping earlier in the city, I saw your pussy and wanted to fuck you.”
“Okay.”
“I still want to fuck you while you’re sleeping.”
“I’m not opposed to it. I trust you.”
Holding me with one arm, he leans over and opens his nightstand drawer, pulling out a pill bottle and shaking the contents.
“What’s that?”
“Just sleeping pills. I have bad insomnia.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
BRYCE
I’ve explored every inch of Isla for thirty minutes while she sleeps. She didn’t bat an eye about the sleeping pills; she just took one with a glass of water.
And I’m now gazing at her pussy. Her legs are spread, and my fingers pull at her fat pussy lips. I inhale her distinct scent, and I'm hooked like a junkie after his first hit.
I pull her lips apart and roll the tip of my tongue up and down her center, coating my tongue with her essence. My teeth graze her clit, and I suck it into my mouth before biting gently. My cock’s rock hard at the idea of slapping her pussy until it goes red. The vision is crystal in my mind; Isla bare before me, writhing in pleasurable pain and begging for more.
Once I’m satisfied she’s wet, I line up my cock and penetrate her warm cunt. “Fuck, Isla. What have you done to me?”
I pull her legs over my shoulders and watch my cock disappear inside her. The sound of her wet cunt is like an orchestra while she sleeps like an angel sent from heaven. I turn my face to my phone resting on the nightstand. “That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
Placing her ankles by my shoulders to allow deeper penetration, I grab her nipples and tug so hard that her torso lifts off the bed. “I’m so deep, slut. Daddy’s touching your womb. I’m going to fill you with so much cum, baby. If you’re an extra good girl, I’ll let you have a shot for breakfast. Not so much your pup now, am I? Maybe I’ll make you sit by my feet like a little bitch and lick cum off my boot.”