Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
My cock throbs at the rush of sensation.
I fucking love when he smacks me like that.
The heat his palm creates as it hits my cheek. The way I actually made him do it, by disobeying him.
I moan softly as he strokes his thumb over that heat on my cheek, and I can see the hint of a smile on his lips.
“You really do enjoy that, don’t you?”
I pull off of his cock for a moment, using my fist to keep a grip on it.
“Maybe I should punish you back,” I tell him. “I told you to be quick out here. Do I have to beg? Come in my mouth, Hunter.”
He lets out a breath of air, and I can feel his cock throb in my fist.
“Mouthy. So goddamn mouthy.”
“Give me your cum,” I demand.
His eyes flare. “You really are perfect.”
“I wanted you while you were gone this morning. Came to the thought of you last night because you refused to get in bed with me. I want you constantly, Hunter. Maybe I’m not perfect, but we’re perfect together.”
He cuts me off by pushing his cock past my lips again.
His eyes have gone cold, and it had to be from something I said.
Because I’m saying way too fucking much.
I may as well have just professed my undying devotion to him, because for Hunter, even the smallest amount of adoration makes him raise his spine like a defensive tiger.
“Look at me when I come,” he says.
I watch him the whole time.
The fire in his eyes that’s been building all day.
I don’t care anymore if Hunter is going to drop me like a broken toy when he’s done.
Any moment that I’m with him, I’m going to give him what he deserves.
Trust, after a lifetime of not being trusted.
In every kiss.
Kindness, even though he tries so hard to pretend he doesn’t want it.
In every. Fucking. Touch.
And affection that he’ll toss right back at me, even if I can feel it inside him, too. I can feel that he cares, even if he won’t say it.
And even if he runs far away from me after all of this, he’s going to know that I cared about him, too.
I hold my hand on his thigh as he thrusts deep into me, and I know by his broken breath that he’s close.
And I look at him like I belong to him.
What he’s wanted, all along, and what I’ve stubbornly refused.
I realize my hands are shaking a little now every time I pull them away from him, so I keep them firmly pressed on the back of his thighs to stay steady.
I am yours, I say on repeat in my mind as I watch his eyes. And you aren’t fucking alone.
I push my tongue up on the underside of his cock and he bucks his hips forward one more time. I feel him pulse as he holds my head in his hands, and he finally loses control, coming over and over in my mouth.
“Good,” he says as he catches his breath.
I feel used.
In a good way.
I also feel like I crossed a threshold I can’t come back from, now.
Please, give me more?
My heart beats too fast.
I’m always going to want you.
I swallow around him, and slowly slide his cock out of my mouth, keeping a soft gaze on him the whole time.
“Good,” I repeat back to him.
As if this is the end of some goddamn business negotiation.
As if we’re strangers who don’t know each other at all.
“Get your cock out,” he tells me in a curt tone. “I know you’re going to come fast, so let me return the favor.”
I’m still hard and feel like I’ve been edged this whole time, but I shake my head.
“Is that what this is? A favor?”
My heart pounds harder as I ask the question. It feels like I’m entering new territory again, territory I never thought I’d enter with Hunter.
The air feels chillier now, and a breeze is blowing in.
He glances up at me, and it’s as if I can see a silent war behind his eyes.
For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me.
He’s never able to resist stealing a kiss from my lips.
And then something shifts.
“You don’t want to fall for me, Rayne,” he says, and now he won’t make eye contact with me at all. “If that’s what you’re trying to tell me, I don’t recommend it.”
“Liar.”
A sudden sound comes from the direction of the house and I jump.
I turn and see three guys coming out from the back door, two of them singing some song together, their voices carrying out across the yard.
Hunter and I have been in our own little snowglobe and now it’s suddenly shattered, breaking me from a trance.
And I’m tired of running.
Running from my own truth, hiding, and playing at secrecy.
I walk down and out of the gazebo, crossing the snowy lawn and nodding at the other guys.