Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I’m moaning and boneless as he fucks me relentlessly, skin slapping skin, his balls hitting against my ass. He exudes pure power, controlling both our bodies, maneuvering me like I’m a feather, not a fully-grown woman.
Those thick lips of his crash against mine, kissing and biting up my jaw before he rests his mouth over my shoulder. Pounding his hips, I revel in the friction from our joined bodies rubbing against my nipples as his cock reaches depths I didn’t know existed.
Pleasure burns through every part of my body, and like a river breaking its banks, I come undone.
Our gluttonous moans fill the room as my walls clench around him, strangling his cock and wringing his own release from him.
“Fuck, Poppy. I want to live inside you.” He breathes heavily, his legs shaking as he lowers me to my feet. Clasping my head in his powerful palms, I swoon as he kisses my nose then my forehead. I cling to his forearms, my eyes fluttering closed, never wanting this moment to end.
My heart is thundering so hard, emotion swirling in my chest cavity, banging at my ribs to be released. Can people fall in love this quickly?
“Vance is making breakfast. Come out when you’re ready.”
He kisses me once more then leaves without showering himself.
Turning my phone over to stop the screen from lighting up with Josh’s nonstop, incoming calls, I smile meekly at Vance who is watching me like a hawk. Or watching my damn phone.
“Everything okay?” he asks when the stupid brick begins vibrating again, dancing on the counter.
“I’m just gonna take this call.” I snatch the phone then head down the hallway for some privacy.
“I don’t want to speak to you yet, Josh. Why can’t you give me the space I’ve asked for?” I sneer through gritted teeth down the line.
There are pictures of city skylines adorning the walls along the hallway, and I realize there’re lots of doors, leading to rooms in this apartment that I’ve yet to explore. Would they mind me being nosy?
“Because you won’t tell me where the hell you are, and I’m worried. I have the right to worry about you. And your mom keeps calling since we’re supposed to leave tomorrow to go to my parents and you’re dodging her calls. Eric put the payment down on the rental car weeks ago, Pop.” If I didn’t dodge her calls, I’d have to speak to her eighty times a day. She’s been relentless. “Pop?”
Ugh, hearing him call me ‘Pop’ makes me want to vomit, memories of him pretending to shake me up like a soda pop assaulting my mind. I used to find those things endearing, but now it all just hurts and grates my nerves.
“You still expect me to drive home with you two like nothing happened?” I scoff incredulously.
I sneak down the long hallway, my feet tapping against the heated marble floor. I try one of the door handles, which opens into another bedroom. I smile, Vance’s rich scent wafting from inside before I close the door.
“We need to get past this, Pop.” Josh’s heavy exhale sends anger boiling through my veins. “Please come to the apartment so we can at least discuss things.”
Every part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, but we should just get this done, and I desperately need my things. I’ve been living in Vance and Tristan’s T-shirts, ones I know cost more than most of my wardrobe combined.
“I’ll make Eric go somewhere else, Pop. Please.”
I try another handle to peek inside, but it doesn’t budge.
“Fine.” Rubbing my forefinger and thumb against the bridge of my nose, I sigh. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
My eyes scan over the door, homing in on the keyhole. It’s locked. Intriguing…
“Okay, great,” Josh replies, sounding excited. I end the call before he can say anything else.
Vance is adding avocado to a plate of eggs and bacon when I come back into the kitchen. He hands me the plate, nodding to a stack of toast he’s prepared. I’ve never eaten so well. Clearly, this man likes to take care of us, he even makes sure we’re drinking enough.
“Thank you.” I smile at him, taking a seat at the dining table. “Josh wants me to go over there and speak to him.”
“And what do you want?” He snaps a piece of bacon, shoving it in his mouth.
“To get it over with.”
Bringing over a glass, he pours me some orange juice before sitting beside me with his mug of coffee. Encouraging me to eat with a jerk of his chin to the plate, his dominating demeanor makes my pussy throb.
“So, are you’re going?” Curious eyes track my movements.
“I told him I would be over in an hour.” Picking up a slice of toast, I bite into it.
“An hour isn’t much time.” He scoops some avocado on to my next bite, smiling, “it’s good for you to eat healthy fats.”