Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
When they’d first kissed in the living room, he had seemed as frantic as she was, but as things progressed, he’d grown more controlled. She couldn’t deny that she liked it, craved it even.
Never had she thought being dominated and controlled by a man would please her so much, but Mayhem’s rough commands, the way he seemed to hold her in a purely proprietary way, nearly undid her all over again.
He moved forward so she was forced to step backward. When she felt the bed behind her, she didn’t stop from sitting down on it. He stood over her, darkly handsome and pleasingly dangerous.
He used his upper body to push her back until she was sprawled beneath him.
“Once I start, I’m not going to fucking stop.” His voice never wavered, and the stoic, controlled expression stayed on his face.
She knew what she was getting into, and whether it was a bad idea or not, she wouldn’t tell him to stop.
Chapter
Nineteen
Mayhem had to grit his teeth and force himself not to slide into her hot, wet cunt right then and there, but he knew he wouldn’t last, had no self-control when it concerned Butters.
For some sick reason, he needed her to tell him she wanted this. Her body’s reaction wasn’t enough. All he could think about was what her sweet pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock, how she’d grip him like a vise.
The smell of her cream still covering his mouth and blinding all other senses made it harder with each passing moment to keep himself from losing control. But fuck, he didn’t really want to keep himself in check.
He just wanted to claim her in all ways and wash away the shit he’d have to do. Using his hands on her inner thighs, he pushed her legs wider apart until he got an unobstructed view of what he ached for.
Mayhem could see how swollen she was, and the sight alone almost had him coming right then. He couldn’t stop himself from kneeling between her legs and bringing his face close to her pussy.
He pressed his hips into the mattress, hoping to stem off his impending orgasm. For that one lone moment, he let himself marvel at her.
Her slit, so ready for him, made his whole body tighten with need. Her breasts, huge and round and all natural with tight, pink nipples poised at the tip, had his hands itching to caress them.
A groan ripped from him as he watched her gently bite on the flesh of her bottom lip. It was erotic yet innocent. It nearly drove him over the edge.
Again, he pressed his hips into the mattress, feeling the sheets scrape along his throbbing cock, heightening his arousal instead of stemming it.
“God, baby.” He groaned the words, and she let out a mewling noise. She was close to getting off again.
But he wanted her to come with his cock deep in her pussy. Yeah, he was going to fuck her good and hard.
And then he’d figure out what in the hell was going on with him and how he really felt about her.
Chapter
Twenty
Butters couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even concentrate as she tried to get her bearings.
Mayhem rested his head on her inner thigh, his warm breath teasing her flesh. He’d devoured her. There was no other way to explain what he’d done between her thighs, but she needed him filling her.
She needed to come again with him in her pussy.
“Fuck me.” Those two words were a mere whisper out of her. He settled his body on top of hers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her head closer to his mouth until their lips were inches apart.
“I don’t care if our deal was for a week. You’re mine.” He ran his lips lightly across hers, not really kissing her but tempting her all the same. She tasted herself on him and found herself leaning in more, wanting more. “You’re the only one who makes me feel like I have no control.” His tongue peeked out and teased hers. “Just being next to you makes me so fucking hard I can’t even think straight.”
She trembled as he spoke softly, his words, admission, sounding so truthful.
He had replaced his lips with his tongue and ran it across her bottom lip. She closed her eyes briefly and absorbed the sensations. No other man had ever made her feel this way, had ever made her crave to be touched.
And even if she enjoyed being with him, this whole situation seemed so abhorrent because of the fact he’d paid her to be here. After this was all said and done, he’d probably never want anything to do with her again.
Isn’t that what you want?
“Your pussy is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted, and I feel like if I don’t swallow your arousal, and make you come again on my mouth, this beast inside of me will escape.”