Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
But I’m not interested in that.
Jules is going to see. I won’t let her think this is all pretend and something that it’s not.
I’m going to give her everything she needs. I’m going to make it all right again and she’s going to love me for it. I couldn’t care less if that makes me a prick.
It doesn’t matter how it’s going to end, just that it happens this way. Right here and right now.
“Mason.” She whispers my name as her release takes her gently, her soft folds taking me deeper into her. I have to wait for her to stop trembling, a cold sweat breaking out along my skin before moving my fingers to her lips. I wish she were naked so I could see every inch of her. So I could see the flush that’s creeping up her chest.
“Turn around.” I give her the simple command and she obeys, her chest rising and falling unsteadily and her legs still trembling slightly.
“This is going to be quick,” I tell her and then grab her hips in both my hands and angle her how I want her. I glance up to make sure she’s still watching and just like the good girl she is, those gorgeous pale blue eyes are on me. I piston my hips, surprising her as she braces her limp body against the car. The intensity of the raw fuck makes her bottom lip drop with a silent scream as her body tightens. I fist her hair again and pull her head back.
“Mason.” My name is a twisted word of desperation on her lips.
“Cum for me,” I tell her, moving my other hand to her clit again to strum her swollen nub.
She screams out for the first time and I’m quick to bite her neck. Hard. It’s a punishment for not obeying me and it only makes her struggle against me harder. And only makes her impending release that much more intense.
I fucking love it. I love what I do to her and how much pleasure it gives her. How she makes me forget everything when we’re together like this.
Her body goes rigid and her pussy tightens around my cock. She struggles to breathe and her head falls back as she looks at the cement ceiling, her climax threatening to crash through her.
I nip her chin and move the hand that was gripping her hair to her face. I stare into her eyes as her body shudders and her neck arches, her hair draping over my shoulder. Her face is the epitome of sinful ecstasy. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck,” I groan as she finds her release. It only takes four more thrusts, riding through her orgasm and taking her that much higher until I find my own release. My balls draw up and my spine tingles. I bury my head in her neck as my cock pulses deep inside of her.
The sounds of our heavy breathing surround us for a long moment.
I kiss the side of her neck right where she’s marked from my bite, running my nose along her soft skin and breathing in her scent. Her legs are still shaking and a shudder runs down her body as I pull my lips away from her. She’s perfectly sated, just as she should be.
“You’re mine, Jules,” I murmur but make sure it’s loud enough for her to hear and watch for her reaction. Her long lashes flutter as she opens her eyes and looks back at me. I pull her panties back into place and fix her dress.
“Mason,” she says, whispering my name as her forehead creases and her eyes beg me to take it back.
“No, you want me and I want you. You’re mine.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and says, “I’m not okay.” Her voice hitches and her words crack. She closes her eyes and speaks as if it truly pains her to say the words. “I don’t know if I can be good for you.”
I rest my forehead against hers and ask her, “Why are you so afraid?”
“I don’t think this can just be sex for me,” she says. I cup her jaw in my hand and brush my thumb across her cheek. “I think I’m going to want more. I think I already—” she stops as her voice cracks again.
My body feels unbearably tense, each breath hurting my chest. Why am I doing this to her? Why can’t I just let her go? Because I’m a selfish prick and I can’t help myself. “I can give you more,” I whisper in the air between us, knowing it’s what she wants to hear. “We can see how it works between us in private, and keep things quiet in public?”
I’m giving her exactly what she wants, just to keep her.