Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“Baby, I always wear a condom. I’ve never fucked a woman skin-to-skin before. Just you.”
“What?” I asked in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah. I’ve never been with the same woman long enough to justify it. But with you, it’s a different story.”
That made me feel better. It was unlikely I would catch anything then. “But you don’t know if I’m clean.”
He chuckled. “Women like you are clean.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because you’re smart.”
“I’m fucking you, aren’t I?” I countered.
“And that’s the smartest decision you’ll ever make.”
“It’s never been a decision.” It was kidnapping, plain and simple.
“You’re lying on me right now, aren’t you? My dick is hard but you like feeling it against your clit. Yes, it’s a decision. And you make your choice every single time.”
“Have you ever—”
“I’m sick of all this talking.” He grabbed me and turned me over, forcing my back against the couch and my head on the armrest. He moved me harshly, treating me like a doll rather than a person. He pulled the front of his boxers down so his cock could come out. Instead of getting my underwear off, he ripped them in half like a caveman. He folded one leg against my body, pinning it to the back of the couch, and then he moved on top of me, his big body pressing me into the cushions. He shoved his cock inside me hard, sliding through my wetness. “Always so fucking wet.” He pressed his forehead to mine, the back of my leg against his shoulder. He inserted his arm behind my knee, keeping me spread wide apart so he could fit his fat cock inside.
My body was always wet when he was around, ready to take him at any time. We were fucking around the clock, like newlyweds on their honeymoon. My pussy needed to be prepared to take that big dick at any time. I stopped feeling ashamed because the truth was crystal clear.
He knew it.
I knew it.
One arm wrapped around his neck while my other hand clawed at his back.
He thrust into me hard, dominating me on the couch and fucking me like he hadn’t had me in weeks. He panted and grunted, working his body hard to give me all of his cock from the crown to the bottom of his shaft.
I bit my bottom lip and stared at his face, watching the concentrated expression as he examined my reactions.
“You love my cock. Say it.” He pushed me harder into the couch, keeping my body still so he could ram me harder.
He was already going to make me come. I could feel it in my belly. I’d never been fucked by this man without feeling completely satisfied when we were finished. I never had to touch myself after he left to reach my climax. He always did the job—and did it well. I didn’t need my hand for anything. I just needed him.
When I didn’t cooperate, he ground his hips harder, hitting my clit with perfect pressure.
Shit, my legs were starting to shake.
“Say it, baby.”
My fingers moved up the back of his neck and into his short hair. My nails clawed at his skin, slipping on his sweat. “I love your cock.”
He didn’t smile in arrogance, but his eyes intensified in arousal. “I love this cunt. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”
I pulled his head toward mine so I could kiss him. “You’re the best I’ve ever had…”
He moaned against my mouth, his kiss faltering for an instant. Then he kissed me again, this time harder. His fingers wrapped around my neck and he gave it to me good, driving me into a powerful orgasm. “Say it again.”
I gripped him tighter as he swept me away in the best climax I’ve ever had. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
I packed my bags and wrapped up the painting that I would be giving to my family for Christmas. I left everything by the doorstep.
Bones stood by the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders broad in his t-shirt. “You know how to drive in the snow?”
“I’m going to Conway’s place first. He’ll drive.”
“You want me to drop you off?”
I laughed because I thought it was a joke.
“I’m serious.”
“If you think I’m letting you anywhere near my family, you really are crazy.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve been told that before.”
“I’ll be fine…not that you care.” I grabbed my bags and carried them to the car. Straps were over my shoulders, and I had to use both hands to carry the painting. It would make sense for me to make two trips, but I’d rather get it done in one trip.
Bones snatched the painting out of my hand and took one of my bags. “I got it.”
“The last thing I need is for you to carry my stuff.”
“I disagree.” He grabbed the other bag then took the stairs toward the parking lot. “It would be a shame if you dropped this painting before you had the chance to give it to your family…”