Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
She moaned into the empty house, her hands dropping down to the cushion right above my head.
And then I devoured her.
Licked. Sucked. Pulled the lips of her sex into my mouth and bit lightly. Basically, I did everything I’d wanted to do to her since the first day I’d seen her in those tight ass jeans. The denim had been spread so tightly over her ass that it’d taken all of my control not to ask her out.
God, I’d wanted her.
Still wanted her.
Badly.
It was a dream come true to have her sitting on my face.
My dick was straining against the zipper of my pants, and I reached one hand down and unbuttoned, releasing my cock from its confines.
The sweet relief of having it out didn’t last long because the moment she felt what I was doing, she started climbing off me.
“What…”
Then she turned around, presenting me with her ass once again.
I groaned and pulled her in, hooking my hands around her hips as I brought her back to my mouth.
“Fuck!” I said the moment her mouth came into contact with my cock.
I’d had blow jobs before.
When you were a Hail, it was hard to find a woman who wasn’t willing to offer you anything you wanted sexually. But this woman? With her hesitant mouth and light touches on my balls? She had the power to break me.
The timidity of her actions had me squeezing my eyes shut and arching up into her mouth.
She let me fuck her face, and I continued to fuck her pussy with my tongue.
I’d arch my hips, rock up and pierce her wet heat with my tongue. Over and over and over again.
And then she lightly dragged her nails down the skin of my balls, and I moaned into her pussy.
“Fuck,” I breathed, giving her clit one last flick before I bodily picked her up by the waist and swung her around.
She gasped at my show of strength and grinned when I positioned myself at her entrance.
“I would’ve moved,” she said huskily.
I shrugged and grasped my cock, notching myself at her entrance, before I guided her hips down.
She obliged, taking all of me in one fell swoop.
The moment her hips met mine, I guided her back up.
The pace was fast, exhausting.
I was frantic, moving her hips up and slamming her back down while she rode me.
Too frantic, apparently, because I wasn’t paying enough attention.
And she broke my dick.
***
“It’s mild,” the doctor said. “As bad as it looks, I’ve seen worse. If you think about it, there are two cylinders called the corpus cavernosum that fill with blood during arousal. Once those cylinders are filled, the penis becomes rigid. During intercourse, if the penis were to bend—like yours did—then those spongy cylinders can rupture. Or, in your case, become strained. That equates to the soreness and the tender feeling. However, since your penis is no longer hard, I have no doubt in my mind that it’ll heal on its own. I would suggest two weeks of no intercourse, and if you have problems urinating or becoming erect again after two weeks, then you need to make an appointment with a urologist.”
I was sick to my stomach, and not just because my dick was sore.
I’d broken my dick. Need I say more?
Chapter 18
I’m not quiet. I just don’t like talking to you.
-Lark to Baylor’s brother
Lark
“It’s karma.”
“What’s karma?” Travis questioned.
I swallowed and looked down at my hands.
“I did something bad, and God’s punishing me now.”
“You didn’t do anything bad.”
I ran away from my husband and followed through with divorcing him despite his contesting it.
I’d lied, cheated, and stolen to get away from him.
I’d lost my babies. Babies I’d loved with all of my heart, and they hadn’t even been born yet.
I stole somebody’s dog. All because I had fallen in love with the dog’s previous owner.
Then, when that man starts to make love to me and pulls me on top of him to do the deed, I break his dick in half.
Baylor would never let me touch him again, I was sure of it.
I was mortified.
God, could my life get any worse?
I deserved everything that I got.
“Come on,” Hannah said.
I winced.
“I’m just going to go home.”
Before she could say anything more, I moved through the sliding doors that I’d seen the medical personnel using over the last hour and started walking.
I’d gotten maybe two ambulance bays down when I heard my name yelled.
I whirled at Baylor’s voice.
“Baylor?”
I hurried toward him, immediately worried at the gray sheen that still tinged his face.
“What are you doing out here?”
He pointed, and I looked in the direction of the window he’d indicated.
“That’s my room,” he said. “I saw you walking and came out here. You weren’t leaving, were you?”
The worry in his voice had me blowing out a disgusted breath.
Jesus, I was going to leave him.