Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
‘That’s on you. I’m just an innocent bystander.’
Withdrawing his hand, he got free of his tee. He shook his head when she went to touch him. ‘Palms on the wall. Keep them there.’ He put a finger to her lips when it looked like she’d argue. ‘Little playthings do as their told.’
Even as she cursed low, she did as he instructed.
‘Good girl.’ Ripper dropped to his knees, caught the waistband of her underwear and ragged them down. He nuzzled her pussy, hauling the earthy scent of her into his system. He felt like he could survive on that scent. Like it was his own brand of oxygen.
Ripper tossed one of her legs over his shoulder and then dragged his tongue between her folds, groaning his appreciation. Her taste had its hooks in him. Those hooks had been there since he first went down on her, when her taste had wound its way through him and set up a constant hunger in his system.
Again and again, he licked at her slit, feeling her moans right in his dick. He could eat her out all fucking day. Her taste, her smell, her responses, the heat of her, the velvet softness of her sensitive flesh here – he only ever wanted more.
And he took more. Kept on taking it and taking it, ignoring her every demand for him to fuck her already.
The demands soon became threats, which soon became curses, which eventually became whimpers.
And still, he kept taking, though his body all but throbbed with need.
He eased his lips around her clit and suckled, sensing the leg she stood on tremor as her knee buckled.
‘Rip, in me.’
He swirled his tongue around the tight bundle of nerves. ‘You want me to stop?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then beg me.’ Snapping open his fly, he rasped his tongue over her clit. ‘Beg me to stop.’
‘Please.’ It was a growl.
Letting the leg over his shoulder slide down to the crook of his elbow, he rose to his feet and slammed his hips upward, shoving his cock deep; claiming her in a hard possessive thrust that made her body jolt in shock.
Her head fell back and hit the wall. ‘Fuck.’
Gritting his teeth as her pussy clamped down on him, he palmed her ass tight and lifted her. ‘I’m going to take this ass one day. Maybe even on a full moon.’
She curled her free leg tight around him, grabbing at his nape with one hand while sinking the fingers of her other hand in his hair. ‘If you knotted my ass, I’d pass out.’
‘I wouldn’t stop fucking you if you did.’ He took her brutally, swept away by a violent current of lust – the waves so turbulent there was no way to do anything but drown.
Hot and wet, her snug pussy clutched him so tight he felt claimed by it. The rhythmic sounds of flesh smacking slick flesh sliced through the air, loud and abrupt. Her hard nipples dug into his chest, rubbing against him with every rough jolt of her body.
His building release was like a fire in his gut. A fire that hissed. Spat. Crackled. Snapped. Threatened to take him over.
He kneaded her ass, digging in his fingertips. It fit just right in his hands. Everything about her felt ‘just right’. The thought caused a wave of possession to wash through him. He snarled. ‘So fucking mine.’
She whimpered, her pussy heating and quaking as it began to tighten around him.
‘Come with me, Em.’
She did, her eyes going blind, her pussy clasping him so tight.
He growled. ‘That’s my fucking girl.’ The fire in his gut turned into a roaring blaze as his release burst over him. He exploded, pumping hot streams of come inside her. He grinded, groaned, shuddered. Then the strength left them both.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Lying flat on her front, Emberlyn shifted her leg slightly on the mattress. ‘I won’t be able to fall asleep if you keep doing that,’ she slurred without opening her eyes.
Positioned on his side next to her, Ripper nuzzled her shoulder – one he’d deliberately bared by tugging her collar aside. ‘Why not?’
‘Because having someone knead my ass is somewhat distracting.’
He palmed it possessively beneath her long shirt. ‘It’s mine. I should be able to stroke it whenever I want to.’
Dear Lord. ‘It’s not a pet, Rip.’
‘But it’s a part of my toy, and toys are meant to be played with.’
She let out a soft snort. ‘Just go to sleep.’
‘Answer a question for me first.’
Emberlyn opened her eyes to find his gaze fixed on her. ‘Shoot.’
‘Why don’t you ever ask me anything truly personal? I nose into your business – past and present – all the time.’
She didn’t detect any hurt in his voice, only curiosity. Still, she snuck her hand out from under her pillow to brush her fingertips over his chin as she assured him, ‘It’s not because I’m not interested. I just know that your past has to be extremely hard for you to talk about.’ Painful, even. ‘I figured that if you ever felt comfortable telling me then you would.’