Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
His tummy, which had been sculpted but pliable before the touching had begun, now resembled a slab of stone.
I could make out even more muscle now than there had been before, and it was a tossup on what I wanted to lick. There were just too many options to choose from.
In the end, he was the one who decided for me.
With one hand in my hair, he yanked me back, making my flicking tongue, which had been circling the head of his dick and running around the crown, lose its plaything as he roughly threw me back to the bed.
The low throb that had been pulsing softly before now started to burn with need. Warm slickness started seeping out of my channel, lubricating my entrance for him.
I hit with a soft bounce and watched as he shucked his underwear, moved in between my legs, pushed my panties aside, and thrust his hard cock deep inside of me. Bottoming out before withdrawing and slamming home once more.
The hard thrusts were not nice. They were jagged. Unbreakable. Desperate thrusts that showed just a hint of what Kettle was feeling right then.
His breath sawed in and out of him in ragged gasps.
The panties that were bunched at the base of his cock rubbed against my clit coarsely but, strangely, it worked for me.
The rough lace felt so foreign, so utterly wrong, that it was surprising that it would also make my pleasure all the more intriguing.
“God, yes,” I panted as one particular thrust had my head smacking into the headboard.
Normally, Kettle would’ve backed off, moved me to the end of the bed so I would be in no way uncomfortable, but Kettle was gone. In his place was a ravaged man who needed me to take him away from the horrid things that happened that night.
Which was why I was letting him use my body as an outlet. He was fueling our coupling with the rage and hurt he was feeling. Punishing both of our bodies.
“Hold on,” he said coarsely, before abruptly pulling out of me and roughly flipping me over until I was on my belly. “Get your knees up under you. Keep your shoulders and face on the bed.”
I did as I was told, following his directions implicitly.
Once in the desired position, he got a hold on my hair again, pulled it back roughly, and slammed his length back inside of me.
“Fuck,” we both hissed.
He was fucking me so hard now that I practically felt it in my throat.
His huge length was tunneling inside of me so hard that our flesh was making a loud smack each time our hips met.
Then the hand that was not busy pulling back on my hair went to the cheek of my ass and squeezed. Hard.
He took his thumb and ran it along the seam of my sex. Gathering my wetness on his finger, and then he thrummed the very tip of my clit, making my orgasm crash through me.
It wasn’t until his thumb, coated in my juices, found the hole of my ass and pushed inside that I realized what his goal was.
The feeling, so very, very foreign, made that orgasm that had previously been a ten on the Richter scale, smash through the fuckin’ charts, blowing every other orgasm I’d had before to smithereens. My eyes squeezed tightly shut, so hard my head hurt. My mouth turned and closed on the fleshy part of Kettle’s wrist, biting down roughly to withhold the scream that threatened the very structure of the room we were in.
My head moved forward until the sting in my scalp went to a burn, and my heat clamped down hard on the raging cock that was pummeling it, squeezing it like a fist.
He groaned low in his throat, and with three more sharp thrusts, he came. Pushing into me so hard that my knees went out from under me and I collapsed onto the bed.
Our hearts were pounding, and the rise and fall of our chests were rapidly diminishing the amount of oxygen in the room.
However, neither one of us spoke.
Kettle just disengaged from my body and pulled me into his side.
I could tell he was still upset. He was still in his head. But he was holding me.
I had him, and that was all that mattered right then.
Chapter 15
Life’s a bitch and then you die.
-Silas to Kettle
Kettle
Two days later
2:49 P.M.
“You good?” Sebastian asked me as we got off our bikes in front of the old warehouse the club owned.
I shrugged. No, I wasn’t good, but I’d deal. It was harder than hell to leave Adeline earlier, and knowing I’d go home to her with blood staining my hands, made my chest tight.
I’d do it anyway, though. That sadistic bastard had killed my baby sister. The one who I’d promised to look after forever and always. The one who would never see motherhood. Never walk down the aisle. Never bear a child. Never again give me a call in the middle of the night telling me she needed a ride home from another douchebag’s place.
Gustavo Amadeus had some explaining and atoning to do, and I was just the make to make sure he received it.
We were meeting at the warehouse that Sebastian, Loki, and I all had offices at. Where we also held parties at that were too big for our clubhouse to handle.
Today, we were meeting all the members of the Dixie Wardens at the warehouse before going in for a little discussion. My hope was that we were going to raid Gustavo’s front business, take every single one of his crew, and hopefully, lure Gustavo out in the process. Then, I could show him the business end of my fist. Repeatedly.
However, Trance and Loki showed us the error of our ways, giving us a better option that would take out every single member of Gustavo’s crew without making The Dixie Wardens have to kill over one hundred people in the process.
I must’ve taken too long to answer because suddenly Sebastian was in my face, grabbing each side with his mitts and glaring at me. “Are. You. Good?”