Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I moaned.
“Say my name.”
“Earl.”
“What am I doing to you?”
“Fucking my pussy.”
“That’s right, and who owns this pussy?”
“You do.”
He slammed in deep, and I felt wave upon wave of his cum as he came. The veins in his neck seemed to pop out with the restraint he showed.
With the last of his orgasm ebbing away, he laid gentle kisses across my shoulder.
“My cum is going to spill down your thighs the moment I let you go.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I nodded.
“You’re not going to clean it up. I want it to stay there so you remember me.”
As if I could forget him.
Ever since he found me chin-deep in the ocean, he’d been far more attentive. He’d pushed me to the breaking point.
I’d never been so relieved to hear cars and people. Even arguing. The first night back, we’d stood in the elevator as a couple screamed at each other.
I’d lapped it up. Loving the fact people were angry. I still lived.
Earl eased out of my pussy, and his cum spilled down my inner thighs. I pressed them together, thankful I had thighs that met in the middle so it couldn’t go anywhere else.
I changed quickly into my clothes.
Earl grabbed my hand, and we left the stall. He’d picked up the clothes, and I left him to deal with the sales assistant.
He’d been determined to take me shopping. I hated shopping. Clothes were a necessity, but I never got any enjoyment out of it. The truth was, for me, my favorite kind of shopping was at the supermarket, buying food. Lame, I knew.
Within seconds, we were out of the shop. His guards following in front and behind us as we moved along the street. People kept a wide berth, no one daring to come too close.
“Do you ever really get used to this?” I asked. I was so far out of my depth.
“What?”
“This? You know, people not wanting to be near you.”
“It gets easier after a while. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to get used to it. I kept my mouth shut. Neither of us had spoken about our truth-or-dare game, or what happened after.
We found another restaurant to eat at.
I liked the food, but I missed cooking. The past week had been a lot of fun, but I wanted to eat my food.
His guards always took a separate table. If the place was fully booked, people lost their seats. I hated how powerful he was at times. How easy it was for him to move people along as if they didn’t matter.
To Earl, they didn’t. He rarely saw other people.
Sitting opposite him now, our first course already in front of us, I wondered how much of this life he truly enjoyed.
There was more to Earl than what met the eye. I got that. It was why I didn’t fight my attraction to him.
“Do you still feel me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I couldn’t help but glance left and right.
“No one will say a word to you.”
“It’s not about that. I just, I don’t want people to know what we get up to. You know?”
The smile on his lips was a combination of sin and dark secrets.
“You think they don’t know that I’ve fucked you senseless? The mark on your neck and wrists, the plumpness of your lips? All of it is proof of a woman who has been taken.”
I couldn’t help but lick my lips.
I knew I’d been thoroughly fucked. My body was very much aware of it. The pleasure was intense.
Even when he took me in the changing room less than an hour ago, I felt an answering heat in my body.
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”
I simply nodded my head, not wanting to give this feeling any other kind of word.
The second and third courses came to us quite quickly.
Earl took care of the check, and I was in his arms. We were back on the street, only this time, we went to the car.
He gave the driver the instruction to take us back home.
As we drove through town, his hand rested on my knee. I wanted to move it up further. Even though we were in the car, so close, I craved his closeness. He didn’t even move an inch.
Staring out of the window at the passing streets and scenery, I smiled to myself. I didn’t think it was possible to be happy like this.
There was an easiness to it.
When I was around Earl, he was the one in control. He made me feel safe. The power he held came from sources I didn’t like, but again, I had to question his feelings about it.
He’d gone through with the dare.
“Oh, fuck!” the driver yelled. “Impact!”
The car suddenly spun out of control, and we were shoved forward. I was wearing my seatbelt, as was Earl. The windows smashed. Just when I thought we were over the worst, something hit us from the side.