Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“No,” I deny, and I feel him bending down to suck my nipple into his mouth as he slams into me over and over. I can feel his anger toward me, his hatred radiating from his body. I love watching him fuck me and he fucking knows it so the last thing I want is to give him what he wants. If I open them and see him like this I might just forget that I hate him.
I squeeze his cock with my pussy, wanting him to know I hate him as much as he hates me. “what’s the matter don’t want to watch me fuck you.” I put my other foot on the counter, hoping he can get deeper in me. “Baby,” he says my nickname, and it’s all I need for me to come all over his cock. One fucking word that makes me forget everything but the goodness he could always give me.
Chapter Eighteen
BROCK
“What’s the matter don’t want to watch me fuck you,” I hiss at her as I pull my cock out of her to the tip and then slide it back home. Fucking heaven, every single time. She puts her other foot on the counter as I try to get deeper into her. “Baby.” The nickname slips out of me softly. My guard’s coming down when I look at her. When I feel her clench around my cock, when I kiss her. It’s my own personal hell. Her body arches as she comes on my cock, and I bend down to bite her where my mark always is. Where I always left my mark. Where I would touch her, knowing my mark was under my fingertip. I suck in deep as her pussy clenches over and over around my cock. It’s so tight I have trouble pulling halfway out before slamming back into her. “Open your fucking eyes,” I demand of her, my teeth clenched together, “and fucking”—I slam back into her—“watch”—I pull out, slamming back into her—“me”—watching her face—“fuck you.”
She takes a deep inhale, and the only sound I can hear is the sound of our skin slapping against each other. All of the anger I’ve felt just makes me fuck her harder and harder. “Fuck,” I finally hiss out when I feel my balls getting tight, and I know I’m going to come, but I want her to come again. I need her to come again, and this time, she’s going to open her fucking eyes and see who is making her come. I pick up my hand, pinching her nipple, and she hisses at the same time she arches her back.
“Open your fucking eyes.” I lean down to bite the same nipple, and she hisses this time before her hand slides into the back of my hair, and she pulls it. I suck her nipple into my mouth until she stops pulling my hair. The whole time, I feel her pussy getting tighter and tighter. I move my head up, putting my forehead on hers, and I see her eyes flutter open. She looks into my eyes for a second. For one split second, I have my Everleigh back. For one split second, I feel whole. Until she looks to the side and she closes her eyes, but it’s too late. We are both jumping off that ledge. She gasps out her moan, and I swallow it with my mouth. My tongue slides into her mouth gently as I plant myself as far as I can get into her, and I let go.
Her hand slowly slips from the back of my head to my neck and then to my shoulder. Our lips separate as our chests rise and fall. Her feet fall from my workstation to the side of her, hanging down. It’s like we both remember we hate each other, and we want to get away from each other as fast as we can. But the minute I slip out of her, I want to pull her to me. I want to bury my face in her neck and smell her as she hugs me. But I just step away from her as she closes her legs. “That’s the second time we’ve done that,” she chides. “It better be just me you’re fucking.”
I bend to grab my T-shirt. “You lost the privilege to tell me where to put my dick the minute you left me.” I see the hurt in her face as I walk away from her and head to my office and the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I put my head back on it and close my eyes, taking a deep breath.
I look to the side, not the side with the mirror on the wall. I’m not sure I can look myself in the eyes right now. The hurt in her eyes flashes back, making me hate the words I said to her. I walk over to the sink, turning the water on, holding on to the sink, and hanging my head. I cup water in my hands and wash my face before cleaning up and tossing the towel to the side.