Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 129955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
King nods, taking my word as gospel. “Good,” he whispers, his lips gently brushing over my skin with his words. “I never intended you to be scared of me, but I’m not a good guy. I’m not the guy you want to be with.”
“Who said anything about being with you?” I question, pushing up to my tippy-toes so that my lips hover right in front of his, enticing him with silent promises. “I want to feel you.”
A low growl pulls from the back of King’s throat, and not a second later, his hands are at my waist, the electricity instantly pulsing between us. The tension circles us, drawing us closer and closer, making him impossible to resist.
I have to have him, and right now, I don’t care how.
Without warning, the gap is closed between us, our lips crushing down on one another’s with a wild intensity. Desire flares, and as our teeth clash together, I remember that I don’t even like this guy. Sure, he’s fine as hell with intense dark blue eyes and the kind of hair that could get any girl wet, but personality-wise? So far, he’s been nothing but a dick. So, why can’t I pull myself away?
He draws me in. He’s like the best kind of curse. So dangerous and filled with dirty little promises of a good time, a good time that I might just die without.
King’s hands grip my waist tighter, and just as my hands roam over his chest and to his shoulders, he lifts me, and my back instantly scrapes against the brick wall of the house. Yet, I don’t care; the burn only makes me need him more.
My legs wind around his waist, and I can feel his erection through his sweatpants. There’s no doubt that he can feel how wet I am, even through my panties. King’s lips fall to the sensitive skin of my neck, and I groan deep from within, wishing he would just tear my panties straight from my body and slam that big cock right through me.
What the hell has come over me today? The second I laid my eyes on these four guys, I turned into this needy bitch with more than just one itch to scratch. This isn’t me, but damn it, it feels so good. I should stop. I should pull myself away and have a little class, but something tells me that things with these boys will get really messy really fast, and this might be my only chance to reap the rewards.
What can I say? I’m not the kind of girl to skip out on an opportunity when it’s looking me right in the eye. I’m going to grab it with both hands and let it take me for the ride of my life.
“We shouldn’t,” King pants, not for a second relenting as he tortures my neck with the sweet workings of his warm and skilled tongue. “This is just going to complicate things.”
“What’s complicated?” I moan as he grinds his hard cock against my pussy and makes everything clench within me. “I hate you now, and I’m sure as hell that I’ll hate you after. It’s just sex, and something tells me it’s going to be fucking awesome.”
His lips pause on my neck and I sense him trying to talk himself out of it, probably because boss man wouldn’t approve of it, but fuck Carver. This is too good to stop now. “Are you sure?”
“Hell, yes,” I groan low. “I need you to fuck me and I need you to do it now. So, either you can make me come, or I will. Take your pick?”
“Fuck,” he growls, the curse pulling from somewhere deep inside of him, making every little nerve ending in my body stand at attention. The growl of his voice is driving me wild, speaking right to the vixen within me. King adjusts his hold on me, pressing my body harder into the side of the house to free his hands. He reaches down between us, and just as I had hoped, grabs two handfuls of my panties and tears the fabric apart.
I instantly feel the cool breeze against my pussy and it only serves to excite me more. I’m dripping wet, desperate to feel him inside of me. I watch with hungry eyes as he dives down and frees his heavy erection. It sits against my stomach, and I lick my lips, taking in the thick, angry veins working their way from the base of his cock right up to the tip.
King smirks, watching the desire on my face and then without warning, he pulls back and instantly thrusts forward, effortlessly slamming deep inside of me. I cry out, adjusting to his sheer size, my eyes roll back as my teeth sink into the skin of his shoulder. “Fuck, that’s a sweet, tight little pussy,” he growls through his teeth, slowly drawing back out, only to slam into me again.