Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
When I get to the tip, it bobs up and down in my hand, and I slowly push back to watch the veins pop as I slowly jerk him off. But he remains motionless as he towers over me on his knees, judging the way I look at him like he’s trying to decipher whether I’m doing this for him … or for me.
If this is a halfhearted decision, or if my soul is fully in it.
But touching him like this reminds me of all the fucked-up kinky stuff he did to me, and all the ways he already made me want to beg for him when he was still wearing that mask.
God, that mask made it so much easier to give in. To let go.
“No.” He grips my wrist and makes me stop when I’m at the base. “I want you … to want me. Touch me.”
My lips part, but words escape me.
Nothing could ever describe the turmoil in my mind, the fracturing of the soul, the splitting of the heart, all torn by the duality of one single man.
Because he is my tormentor, my stalker, my toughest enemy … and my biggest crush.
His Adam’s apple rises and falls. “I want you to see what you do to me.”
My hands slip up his wet abs, touching all the curves and dips of his muscular body, and I revel in the fact that he’s shuddering from just a simple touch of my fingers. Everywhere I go, goose bumps pop up like his skin has been dying for my attention all these years, and it’s always gone unnoticed.
When I reach as far as I can go, he leans in, allowing me to feel his tatted neck, the little strands of hair covering his face, and the dip in his skin where his devious half smile makes me blush.
I pull him closer, feeling his hot, greedy breath on my skin before I press a single kiss on his lips.
I’m broken.
Because God … I want him.
I want him so badly I can’t fucking breathe.
And I whisper, “Fuck me.”
His dick throbs against my belly, a hungered groan leaving his throat. His hand slides down my body, leaving goose bumps in its wake as he lifts my leg and presses the tip against my entrance.
He grins. “That’s my girl.”
THRUST!
Levi
Her body arches into me, lips parted against mine as I plunge in completely, filling the void inside her.
There was a rift between us that I created to protect her. But her unraveling is my one and only weakness, and I’m done fighting the urge, done fighting the longing I’ve felt for years upon fucking years.
My cock throbs with neediness as I linger inside to let her adjust to my length, the feel of my piercings inside her velvety pussy, and the breathless gasps that follow from the sheer overwhelming desire.
“God, you look so fucking beautiful when I’m inside you,” I groan.
I grab her face and smash my lips onto hers, thrusting my tongue as deeply as I thrust into her. Every thrust is a testament to my perseverance and dedication to her. I don’t just want her to know. I want her to feel it.
“This pussy is mine. Mine, Aspen, mine. Do you hear me?” I whisper against her swollen lips. “Even if you hate me for it, even if Grey and Apollo have made you want them, you were mine first, and you’ll always be mine.”
“Yes,” she murmurs as I impale her.
I stick the two fingers I just fucked her with into her mouth and watch her tongue circle them as she slowly begins to lose herself to me, just like she did when I was still her masked stalker.
“Moan for me, let me hear how much you need this.”
Every moan is fuel to the fire blazing in my body as I fuck her senseless on the beach—sand, salt water, and rain stick to our bodies while we’re consumed by each other. I push my fingers farther down her mouth, listening to her gargled moans as I plunge in deep and watch her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“Now come all over me,” I groan.
She whimpers as I bury myself inside her to the hilt while her back arches and she begins to throb.
“F-fuck,” I groan, licking her neck before I bite down on her shoulder and come so hard I realize heaven was never beyond death. It was right here, between her plump thighs, nestled deep inside her. That’s where I find my nirvana.
As the droplets of blood roll down her skin, I gleefully lick them up, my breath wild and out of control. And still it feels like I could go again, and again, and again, for weeks, just to catch up on what I missed.
God … I missed so much.
And I’m done missing out on her.