Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
His hand slips out from under his head, revealing a shiny square package.
“Put it on me.” Demand and lust heavy in his voice.
Biting my lip, I take the condom from him and tear it open with my teeth, the slick latex in between my fingers, I slip it onto the tip of his dick before pushing it farther on.
“Fuck…” he grates, thrusting his hips into the air, A sly smirk fits my face at how much I affect him. He’s really horny, his energy and excitement stirring me into a thirsty, sex-crazed fool.
Hands slide up my thighs, calloused fingers feeling so good as they glide up my hips and pick me up. My hands hanging on to the belt just like he taught me, he slowly helps me mount his length, his thickness filling me. I gasp, my eyes hooded and nails biting into his chest.
“Now what?” I ask with a heavy voice.
“Throw a quick prayer to the rodeo gods, and hold on, baby.”
Pumping his hips once, the tip of his cock hits me hard causing me to suck in a sharp breath.
Thrust.
Gasp.
Thrust.
Whimper.
Thrust.
A loud moan slips from my throat, and my eyes squeeze shut. My body feeling used and abused in every way. I want to tell him to ease up but I don’t before the wave of pleasure that slams into my body every time he drives into me has me waiting with bated breath for the climax of a lifetime.
Holding on to his belt, I ride him like a bull. The sound of our bodies smacking fills the room, my labored breathing and whimpers mixing with his grunts and groaning probably heard throughout the club. His hands slip along my waist, my skin beading with sweat as I desperately climb the wall of desire.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
And like a burst of electricity, I squeeze my eyes shut, tense like I just stuck my finger into an electric socket and fall into a dark bliss of pleasure. My toes curl and a Charlie horse breeds in my calf, making me fall onto his chest just as he finishes coming.
Pulling my fingers from the belt, the tips of them are swollen and purple from the lack of blood flow but compared to the cramp in my leg, it’s nothing. Reaching for my aching calf, I massage the muscle and slowly slip off his throbbing cock, the void making a shiver slip down my spine. Lying next to him, I inhale a long breath. I’m hot, so fucking hot and sweaty.
Both of us stare at the ceiling, reflecting on what just happened. It was rough but enthralling. I feel as if he’s seen me in every way. We’ve had friendship, then we added sex to the recipe and I have somehow developed feelings for him. Rolling onto his side, he slips his hand down the curve of my hip and pulls my back to his chest. His nose nuzzling into the back of my neck. This feeling that fills my chest is unknown territory. It’s nice and fuzzy feeling but it teeters on the line of fear and anger. Is this what love is? A mix of all the emotions and feelings put into one recipe that makes up the word love? Or is this just lust and I haven’t even begun to know what the fuck I’m getting into with love?
I’ve never had someone touch me like this, or get this close to me. It makes me want to tell him things, stuff I’ve never told anyone. But I can’t, my darkest secret could make him look at me differently. Hell, it makes me despise myself when I think about it. My parents resent me for it.
“In professional bull riding, the bull is given points as is the rider. I give us a one-hundred,” he whispers into the back of my neck.
“Is that like a ten out of ten?”
“Yeah.” A smile in his voice.
“There’s just something about you, Delilah. I don’t know what it is but when we’re together, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”
Closing my eyes, I inhale a big breath. I know what he’s talking about, but is he scared of this emotion as much as I am?
19
Big Chief
A loud bang has me sit upright to a heaving Shadow staring at me with wide deranged eyes. His chest heaving, hands fisted, and stance wide.
Fuck. Here we go.
“Dad!” Delilah wakes and jumps out from under the blankets with only a shirt on, her ass hanging out. Fuck, that definitely doesn’t help this situation.
Bobby, Zane, and even Dani all come into the room right behind Shadow.
“YOU!” Shadow points at me, and Delilah steps in front, using her hands to try to push her father out of the bedroom.
“Delilah, you need some pants.” My voice more relaxed than it should be right now. Reaching down, I snatch her panties up from the floor and toss them to her. She catches them, her eyes looking at me as if I’m not helping the situation, but her bare ass out in front of everyone isn’t really cooling things off either.