Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
He had already brought her to orgasm, and rather than take her hard and fast, he intended to take his time, explore her pussy, and try to rid his mind of the memory of her, once and for all. At least that was the plan.
She didn’t need to know the plan. When he stopped turning up on her doorstep or following her, she would get the picture. He had a feeling Jade wouldn’t be too happy with him leaving without a word.
When a couple of inches of his cock were inside her, he held himself perfectly still. Letting go of his cock, he grabbed hold of her hips. It would be so easy to just slam every inch inside her tight, wet hole, but he didn’t. That had ended in disaster, and he didn’t make a habit of repeating his mistakes. So, he held onto her hips, and then slowly began to ease inside her, an inch at a time.
Watching her take his cock was fucking heady. He loved seeing his length disappear within her body. On the last inch, he couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward, making her take all of him. He felt like he was at the hilt inside her.
Jade wasn’t screaming in pain, nor begging him to stop.
Braxton held himself perfectly still and waited. Seconds ticked by. And then, he didn’t have the patience to wait anymore, and holding onto her hips, he began to rock in and out of her. Slowly at first, and then speeding up, faster and faster, until he couldn’t really see her cunt taking all of him.
He closed his eyes, feeling her pussy tighten around his length, milking him. Braxton was so close. He knew he should pull out because he’d not worn a fucking condom, again. Why was Jade so different? He never forgot to wear a condom with anyone else. Not that he’d been with anyone else for quite some time.
Thrusting hard and deep inside her, he didn’t hold back his orgasm, but pushed all the way inside her, and he gritted his teeth together, coming hard and fast inside her tight heat.
In the back of his mind, Braxton knew he should pull out, lift his pants, do the zipper, and leave. He shouldn’t look back at her. That was what he needed to do. He had every intention of doing it, and he wouldn’t return. Only, as he opened his eyes, he was still balls-deep inside her.
Running his hands up her body, he was cursing himself in his own head for being an asshole and not making his escape. He had to leave, to let Jade live her life in peace. To find a man who was worthy of her.
He wasn’t going to stop who he was.
People needed to be killed and dealt with, and death was what he was good at. Nothing else.
Jade was good. He was not. They lived in two different worlds, and yet he found himself leaning over her and pressing his lips against her ear.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.
“No. That felt … wonderful.”
“Good.”
Leave.
Fucking asshole.
Prick.
Leave.
Braxton pulled out of her pussy, and he couldn’t help but look at his cum as it drizzled out of her entrance. He wanted to push it back in, to make her keep it all inside her.
Leave.
He didn’t leave.
Instead, he picked Jade up in his arms and carried her through to the bathroom. She was going to be the death of him.
Chapter Six
Her mystery man had run her a bath. He’d put salts inside and then helped her climb inside the bathtub. For some reason, she had expected him to leave without a word. Whenever they were intimate, the first thing he tried to do was escape, to get as far away from her as possible. She had come to expect it.
Only, he surprised her as he began to remove his clothes. Again, she had noticed that she was always naked and he always had to be fully dressed.
Part of her expected him to climb in the tub with his pants and shirt on. Only, the pants came off, as did the shirt. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs, and they came off as well.
She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of him. Her man, if she could even call him that, was heavily muscled and covered in ink. She had noticed ink around his neck, and it was at the cuffs of his shirt as well. His arms had ink, as did his chest and back. It wasn’t completely covered, she was still able to see his skin peeking from beneath it, but that didn’t matter. It was artwork, and there was so much of it, she couldn’t discern one design from another.
She moved out of the way as he climbed into the tub opposite her.