Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Penni.”
How long did it take to find a key?
Calder bit back the groan at the back of his throat. He had missed her over the last four days, and instead of wanting to come back to her apartment immediately, she had wanted to grab breakfast.
Crazy Bitch had sat next to him, teasing him the entire time, sometimes deliberately, like keeping her hand intimately on his thigh as they ate, or unconsciously when she licked a dollop of strawberry jelly from her bottom lip. On the ride to her apartment, she described what she wanted to do to him in detail. Every time he had to stop because of traffic or a red light had become a sexual torture. Now he had to watch her search for her apartment keys.
“You want me to find them?” he asked, bracing one hand on the doorjamb and laying the other one on her ass, squeezing it firmly.
“I got it.” Taking out her keys, Crazy Bitch slid the key in the door, turning it with a sharp twist that had his gut clenching.
Instead of opening the door, she turned around, resting her back against the door.
“How’s your dick?”
“Open the door and find out.”
Calder wasn’t about to ignore the invitation of her waiting lips. Leaning down, he licked her bottom one, tasting the strawberry jam she had enjoyed. Parting her lips, he searched for more, delving into her mouth with lust-filled intentions.
Crazy Bitch buried her hands in his hair; the crick in his neck echoed the pain in his dick.
“You need a haircut.”
“That isn’t all I need,” he moaned against her lips.
“What do you need, hot thang?” she murmured back seductively.
“I need to fuck you!”
“Then go inside!” a voice behind them groused as a woman passed them, going to the apartment next door.
Crazy Bitch’s soft laughter filled his mouth as she broke the kiss. “Sorry, Ollie.”
Her neighbor didn’t bother to say anything, going inside her apartment.
“Something wrong with your door?”
“No, why?”
“You haven’t opened it yet.”
“You haven’t said the magic words yet.” She wadded up his T-shirt, pulling him closer to her. He felt the pinpoint of her nipples beneath her thin top.
He swallowed hard, his cock swelling inside his jeans so much that he became worried the zipper would bust, and become a viral video of anyone passing by on the landing. “Please.”
“That’s not it.” She started to languorously rub her breasts against his chest.
Trying to come up with a word that would get her to open the door was beyond his capabilities when all he wanted to do was tear her clothes off and fuck her.
“You need a hint?” She gripped his cock through the denim of his jeans.
“Fuck me!”
“Wow. Give the man a cigar.” She twisted the doorknob behind her back, letting the door fall open behind her.
Calder lifted her up by her waist, carrying her into the apartment and using his foot to swing the door closed.
“I have two words for you,” he grunted out, turning her around to face her forward as he pushed his hips into her ass. “Bend over.”
Toppling her over the back of her couch, he slid his hand to her hips to jerk her jeans and panties down, baring her ass.
When she would have risen up, he smacked one luscious cheek.
“Motherfucker!” she screamed, trying to wiggle out of his hold.
“That’s for not telling me about Sam.” He placed a firm hand on her back, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. “Diamond said you got that mark on your forehead by trying to bang your head through a steel door. That true?”
“Fuck you!”
Another smack landed on her ass.
“That’s in the same spot!” she bellowed.
“Good. That’s where I was aiming it.” He deftly kept her immobile as a series of smacks turned her cheek a rosy red.
“What are those for?” she screeched.
“For the crick in my neck. I nearly killed myself four times getting here when Stud texted me that you had been arrested and that you resisted.”
“I was framed!”
He spanked her again.
“Ouch! That one hurt!”
“Do you know how frightened I was for you? Do you?”
She quit trying to get away from him. “No.”
“I’ve been in jail. Do you not see the rips in your T-shirt and jeans?” He leaned over her back, placing kisses down her spine. “How can I catch you if I’m not there?”
“I don’t need you to catch me.”
Calder wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard her voice tremble.
“Maybe I need you to catch me. You think of that when you were hurting yourself?”
“No,” she acknowledged.
This time, he was sure her voice was trembling.
“Well, I do. If anything happens to you, it happens to me.” He stroked over the curve of her ass before slipping inside the crack to find the heated warmth of her pussy. He expertly strummed her engorged clit.
“Omph!”
“What did you say?”
Crazy Bitch lifted her head from the couch. “I said, do that again!”