Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“What was that?”
Western’s cool, clipped voice has my eyes opening to see him standing in front of me, a beer in his hand.
“How come she’s allowed to touch you?”
Not exactly the words I thought would come out, but here we are.
“That’s what you’re upset about?”
“You know what? Yes, it is. I let you do things to my body that nobody has ever done, and not once did you let me put my hands on you and that...that woman...just walks over and runs her hands over your flesh like she owns it. So yeah, I’m a little upset about it.”
I close my eyes again, leaning my head back against the tree.
Another thought pops into my mind and I lean forward once more. “And also, I don’t like it here. I want to go home. You refuse to speak to me, and I feel like a damned outcast.”
“You done?”
“No,” I huff. “You beat a man like it was nothing earlier, until he was literally unconscious. What was that about?”
“Club business.”
I snort. “Club business? Really? That’s what you’re going with?”
“That’s what it was.”
“Well, even more reason for me to hate it here.”
“You don’t hate it.”
“Yes,” I wiggle a finger at him, “I do.”
“No,” he growls, dropping down to his knees in front of me and taking my thighs in his big hands, jerking me forward, “you don’t.”
“What are you doing?” I breathe, when his hands slide up my thighs, pushing them open.
“Givin’ you a reason to hate me.”
“Fuck you, Western.”
A low growl leaves his lips as he jerks my skirt up, exposing me. One finger hooks into my panties, pulling them aside, and then he’s using his free hand splayed out against my chest to push me down. I scoot just a little, falling to my back on the grass, as Western spreads my legs wider, leaning down and blowing hot breath against my damp skin.
“I really do hate you,” I moan, when his tongue slides through my flesh, “even if you lick pussy like a porn star.”
A rumble against my flesh has my head jerking up. Did Western just...chuckle? I must be imagining things, because there is no possible way that he would ever show any kind of joy. It’s just not in his nature, but oh, the very thought that maybe he did, is enough to spark joy deep in my chest.
Wicked lips do wonderful things to my pussy, and I don’t care that anyone could walk out and catch us like this. I don’t care because it feels too good, so incredibly good. Fingers curling into the grassy earth beside me, I arch into his mouth, gasping with utter delight at the sensations moving through my body. I’m nearly there, ready to find my release, when Western pulls away.
Snapping my head up, I cry, “Again, seriously?”
“Hush.”
On his knees, the dim light of the moon shining over him, I watch as reaches around and pulls a condom from his back pocket, undoes his jeans, and jerks them down. I can’t help but let my tongue slide over my lips as I watch him roll it down over that thick, hard length. Delicious, utterly delicious. He sits down beside me once he’s ready and reaches over, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me on top of him.
I settle over him, legs either side of his hips, our faces nearly touching.
“I’m not fucking you if I can’t put my hands on you,” I say, my voice breathy.
He doesn’t answer, he just leans forward and captures my mouth with his. His big hands move to my hips, and one reaches around between us, jerking my panties to the side again. Then, he’s lowering me down onto his cock, fingers digging into my flesh, mouth consuming mine as I slide onto him, inch by delectable inch. Stretching me as I glide down his rigid length, he prepares me for what is about to happen.
Using his own strength, he begins rocking me on his hips, lifting me up and down, driving his hips upwards to meet every movement of mine. It’s incredible, and it feels amazing. Moaning against his mouth, I dare reach out and curl my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to kiss him as deeply as I possibly can. His growls against my flesh are enough to spur me on.
I rock my hips, fucking him slowly, and then quickly, then right back to slow.
Pleasure builds deep inside me, slowly creeping outwards, ready to explode. My moans turn to whimpers and our kiss becomes frantic. I’m so close. So fucking close. Just as my orgasm reaches the surface, Western pulls his mouth from mine and leans down, biting my neck so hard my whimpers turn to a sharp scream as my orgasm quickly rushes back into hiding. I slap his arm, but he keeps rocking me, harder and faster, thrusting his hips into me with a fury that is unmatched.