Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I should ask, but I’m not sure I want the answers.
What I want is right in front of me.
I circle her clit with my thumb. Her body jerks against the shelves, knocking a crate of hydraulic fluid to the floor. A whimper trembles from her mouth, forcing my lips into a crooked smile.
“Oh my God,” she mewls. “That feels so—”
“Incredible?” I ask. “I know, princess. I’m a mechanic. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to use my hands.”
She moans and lets her head fall against my chest. Instead of pushing me back, she braces herself against me with both hands. From the way she’s reacting, I’m guessing no man has ever touched her like this before. And that just gets me even harder.
I snatch my pants down and pull out my cock, swollen and thick, and slide it between her thighs, coating my shaft with the juices dripping from her sweet valley. I want to bury my inches inside her, split her little cherry and make her mine, but from the way her body is quivering, I can tell she’s right on the edge already. If I stop now, I could ruin her orgasm. So instead, I pick up the pace and apply more pressure to her tiny pleasure button.
“Fuck!” she cries out, spilling out a slur as she comes. I can’t control myself. I reach down and slide my other fingers inside her, wetting them so I can stroke my cock with her soak. She moans heavily, and I feel my balls go tight. Even if I wanted to take her virginity right here in the closet of the shop, I wouldn’t be able to. I’m going to burst—
All over that perfect face of hers…
“Get down on your knees,” I growl, snatching that perfect chestnut hair of hers and forcing her down in front of me, her body still twitching from orgasmic shock.
“W—what are you doing?” She pants as I jerk my hard-on, her pretty pink tongue hanging from her mouth as if welcoming what I have for her.
She doesn’t belong in this place. We both know it.
Her skin is flawless, her makeup is perfect, her face is a work of art.
And I have to ruin it.
That’s the kind of bastard I am. A Heartless Bastard. An outlaw who she has no business being anywhere near.
When I come, it’s like a rocket being launched into space. An orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced crushes me into oblivion. I have to brace myself against the wall to keep from toppling over as I coat her model-worthy face in my spend, which just keeps coming and coming. The biggest load of my life.
“Jesus…” I hear her mutter. When I finally am able to open my eyes again and look down, she’s looking up at me with an expectant look on her face. I turn, grab some paper towels from the shelf behind me.
“Here, let me clean you off—”
“No,” she snaps. “I can do that myself, thanks.”
She uses one hand to mop up my mess from her face, while keeping the other hand on her pussy, which must still be throbbing. I have to have her again, but once I’m able to control myself and not blow my load instantly.
“You should leave me your number, just in case—”
“I—I can’t do that,” she says as she quickly pulls up her pants and shakes her hair over her face. Before I can stop her, she’s out the door.
I race after her, trying not to make a scene in the shop, but can only watch as she slides into her Benz like she’s been cast in a car commercial. All style, all glamor.
Am I gonna let her go?
Fuck no.
Stealthily, I pull out my phone and take a quick shot of her plate before she pulls out of the lot. I’ll have my cop buddy run it later and tell me who the hell she is.
Then I’ll find her and make her mine.
2
MIRA
“Today we raise our glass to celebrate the life of Mira Coolidge,” Sandy, my bff, says solemnly, holding a vodka shot high in the air as I lie beneath her, splayed out on a table like a corpse. “She was a good girl, a good friend, but in two weeks, she’ll be married off to Tyler Beckensworth. And then…it’s all over.”
Sandy and a random collection of strangers using her toast as an excuse to have another drink toss back their shots and clap before dispersing. I sit up, smiling, not at her wonderful eulogy, but at the thought of what happened just a few hours ago.
I let a strange man I don’t even know use me like a whore.
And even if I didn’t show it to him, I loved every second of it.
I loved it so much that he even got me off, which is something I’m barely able to do myself. My inability to climax has been such a problem that I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me.