Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Fuck!” She was always so tight and so fucking wet. It felt like heaven.
“Yeah, like that!” She had both palms on the front door, bracing herself for my next thrust and that little arch of her back, tilting so I could slide balls deep. She had my cock so hard it ached and my vision blurred.
I gave her several slow, shallow thrusts as she pushed back against me. “Patience,” I whispered in her ear.
“You get me all riled up, going all caveman and then tell me to have patience? No, I don’t think so.”
I smiled and brushed a soft kiss on that spot just below her ear, sliding my tongue down the curve of her neck and sinking my teeth into that soft skin. “You slapped me,” I growled in her ear.
“You deserved…it.” Her breathing was shallow, and she kept pushing back against my cock.
“Yeah?” She nodded and tossed a smile over her shoulder that sent a spear of electricity down my back to settle in my balls. “You did.”
She was right, and I loved that she wasn’t afraid to call me out on my bullshit, in fact it turned me on. I stood straight, so hard my cock stayed buried deep inside her pussy.
But I said, “And you deserve this,” and slapped her ass. Hard. Her squeal teased me and I slapped her ass again. Then I pounded deep into her pussy in long, steady strokes.
“God, yes!” She arched against me and leaned her head back on my shoulder, and I knew what she needed.
This time when I wrapped a hand around her throat, she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t startled. The fucking woman smiled. My cock grew harder and my free hand wrapped around her waist and dipped between her legs, giving her clit the love it needed until she was overloaded with sensations.
“Oh fuck, Nessa.”
“Yes, Emmett. More. I need more of you. Please.”
My hips sped up, plunging deeper as I squeezed her throat and flicked her clit until she shook and gasped, her feet barely touching the ground so all she could do was just accept the pounding I gave her.
And she did. The moment she let go, stopped fighting the pleasure as it rode up her body, was the moment I fell completely. She shook and convulsed with her orgasm, trusting that I wouldn’t hurt her, knowing that my only goal was to hear the sounds she made as the orgasm flew out of her.
“Fuck, Nessa, you feel so good.” She felt too good, and I never wanted to leave her body. Or this room.
“Emmett,” she warned a moment before another orgasm tore through her, pulling mine out forcefully until my knees gave out and we both collapsed on the hard wood floor, my ankles getting caught in my pants. Vanessa let out a shaky laugh, her body still jerking with pleasure.
“I fucked you until you couldn’t walk,” she said, giggling into my ear.
I smacked a kiss on her neck and let my middle finger graze over her swollen clit. “Yeah, and I made you come. Twice.”
“Mm, yes you did.” She moaned and turned her head in search of my mouth, which I was happy to give her, happy to keep my cock buried deep while I kissed her like she mattered to me, because she did.
We kissed and kissed on the floor; our bodies still connected with my cock growing hard once again. A loud, familiar sound rang outside the door, and Vanessa jumped.
It sounded again. Bang. Two more times. Bang. Bang.
Then came the sound of glass shattering and startled, I pulled myself out of her.
“Stay down!” I pulled my pants up and crawled to the window to see who the fuck was shooting in this neighborhood. “Son of a bitch!”
“What is it?” I heard Vanessa moving around behind me as I took in the sight of my Tesla. Shot up all to hell. An axe buried in the front hood.
“Emmett, what is going on?”
I turned toward her. “Looks like I’ve pissed someone off.” At my words she slid around me and looked through the blinds with a low whistle.
“You did. Is this because of me?”
No, it was because of me but that was another conversation for another time.
“Probably not,” I told her honestly and dug my phone from my pocket. “I need to let Terry know what’s going on.”
“You think they’re gone?” she whispered.
“I don’t know, just get down and stay away from the windows.”
She nodded and disappeared down the hall.
Terry answered on the second right. “What’s up, baby bro?”
“Terry, someone just shot up my fucking place and fucked up my car. Vanessa is here with me.”
My brother sighed. “Fuck. Are they still there?”
I shook my head. “I don’t fucking know.”
“You still got that piece I gave you last year?”
“Yeah, upstairs. If I can get upstairs,” I replied, looking over at Vanessa and mouthing the words to get dressed.