Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Then I heard a sound over the line that I remembered from before. His hand as he pumped his erection. I moaned loudly this time, thinking about how he’d looked as he did it. How his abs flexed. He was beautiful.
“Tell me, baby, are you finger-fucking that pussy?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good girl. Such a fucking good girl.” He growled the words. “If you were here, I’d fuck that hot little hole with something else.”
The image of Luther over me, pushing his long, rigid penis inside me, sent me off. I cried out his name as my climax washed over me.
“Is that what you want?” His voice sounded almost animalistic. “You want my cock inside your tight cunt?”
“Yesss. God, yes.”
“FU—AH—GAH!” he roared.
I listened as he grunted, gasping, knowing exactly what he looked like when he got off. My already-sated body was stirring back to life again.
I listened to his heavy breathing as I rubbed my thighs together.
“That would have been better, shot all over your open thighs,” he said with an amused chuckle.
That was an image I was going to go to sleep with tonight. Maybe then I could keep the demons away.
“Probably shouldn’t have done that,” he drawled, instantly deflating me. “But I don’t give a damn. I’m not a good man, and I’m not gonna try to be. Especially not when the temptation is so fucking sweet.”
Thirty-Two
Luther
Bypassing the front door, I went around to the kitchen entrance. Fucker didn’t have a camera there. At least not one that was working. I’d had it disarmed. Pressing in his code, I listened for the lock to click, then turned the knob and stepped inside. The only cameras I could shut off were the kitchen ones. If I’d shut everything down, he’d have noticed. He’d notice these, too, if left off too long. Right now, however, Mal was busy. He’d left Lace alone at home for the afternoon while he went with Fender to look at a horse he wanted to surprise her with and I was going to take advantage of it.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I sent a text to Lace and then grinned, thinking about her face when she walked in here to find me. Last night had pushed me over any line I might have been attempting to respect. I was done trying. It wasn’t me. This was me.
I heard the softest footsteps as they neared, and anticipation at having her alone made my cock thicken. She’d been so fucking precious on the phone last night. Horny and sweet. It was a combination I hadn’t known I needed in life. But it was heady, and I wanted more.
She froze, and her eyes went wide when she appeared in the doorway.
Grinning, I studied her. A yellow sundress that hit at her knees. Nice and respectable. Damn, that just made my cock harder.
“Not gonna say hello?” I asked.
Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip as her eyes lit up, like they always did at the sight of me.
“Hello,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting you to be in here.”
I shrugged. “I sent you a text to go to the kitchen.”
She nodded and smiled shyly. That just made me want to bend her over the table and flip that damn dress up.
“I thought you were going to convince me to eat something.”
I smirked. “I’m gonna do that too. But after.”
“After?”
I crooked my finger at her and watched as she walked toward me like the good girl she was. Her dark hair was down and partially draped over a shoulder. Her plump lips were free of any lipstick or gloss. The dark circles were still under her eyes, but they weren’t as severe today. Perhaps the orgasm she’d had last night helped her rest easier.
When she stopped in front of me, I ran the tip of my finger down her bare arm and watched as goose bumps covered her skin.
“So soft,” I murmured, continuing my trail back up and then over her collarbone before dipping down into her cleavage.
Her tight little nipples poked through the fabric, and I tugged the front of the sundress down, baring them. Perfect, perky globes bounced free.
“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes staring up at me with a mix of nerves and excitement.
“Prettiest damn titties I’ve ever seen,” I told her before rolling one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, then squeezing until she sucked in a sharp breath. “Did that hurt?” I asked, palming her breast, which was more than a handful, and kneading it.
“A little,” she admitted.
“Mmm, I want to make you feel good, but I want to make it hurt a little too,” I told her, thinking about her round ass with my handprint on it.
“Okay,” she whispered.
I lifted my gaze from her tits to her face. “Have you ever had your pussy kissed?” Because I was about to fucking make her forget every man who had touched her before me.