Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she moans. “Please …”
“Please what?”
“Please … make me come.”
A devilish smile forms on my face as I fuck her mouth just as hard as I fuck her ass.
“Good girl.”
Right when she gags, I pull out and spread her saliva all over her slit before circling it just the way she likes it. And within seconds, she falls apart, toes curling, nails digging into the wood, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head.
Still, I don’t stop fucking her ass through all of it, and I wipe her juices all over her ass for more lube. I pull out, spit, and thrust back in again, coaxing out more ragged moans.
“You’ll come from my cock in your ass alone, won’t you?”
She moans. “Oh God, I can’t.”
“Yes you can, little slut. I’ll fuck you from one orgasm into the next. I won’t fucking stop until you give me what I want.”
“What more could you want?”
“Isn’t it fucking obvious? I want you,” I groan. “Give me your fucking heart like you’ve given it to him.”
Her eyes flicker in the mirror, but she doesn’t say a word as I thrust in and out of her. She shakes her head again and again.
“Yes. Come. Give it to me. Now.”
She has no control.
Right here, right now, her body belongs to me, and I will make it come.
I slap her ass. Once. Twice. Thrice. And with the fourth slap, I bury myself so deep that I can feel her contract.
“Fuck me, Heath! Don’t stop, please!”
There it is.
That’s the fucking bullet I needed.
Straight to the fucking heart.
I hold her thigh as I bury in deep and release a jet of seed. While I’m still inside her, I tilt her head back and slam my lips onto hers, sealing all of my need, all of the pent-up frustration and desire for something that didn’t want to be mine into this one fucking unruly kiss.
Even if just for a moment, it’s enough.
Enough to fill that tepid void inside my heart, languishing, begging for a warmth it will never feel.
All because of a mistake I made.
Two hearts collided because I orchestrated it … not realizing my own was already tethered to them both.
I relish the moment, savor her taste on my tongue before I release her from my grip. But those eyes, God, those fucking eyes undo me.
I pull out, and a strangled moan leaves her mouth.
Right then, the curtain is shoved aside, and her bare ass, and my hard-on are on full display in front of the old shop owner.
Oh fuck.
CHAPTER 42
Heath
“Enough!” the shop owner screeches.
Ivy grabs the dress and pulls it back up, her face growing redder by the second. “Oh God. I’m so sorry.”
“Get out!” the lady yells.
I step into her aura, and she backs away. “No. Not before I’ve bought these dresses.”
The old lady’s eyes widen. “What?”
“You heard me.” I glare at her while she cowers underneath me. “I want to buy these. Go to the cash register.” When she doesn’t move fast enough, I clap my hands in front of her face, and she dashes off.
I grab the outfits off the rack in the booth and tear the tag off the one Ivy’s wearing now.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Turn around.”
After she’s done what I asked, I zip her back up.
“Gorgeous.”
The blush that follows is all I need before I march toward the cash register and put down all the outfits she’s had on. Then I slam my card down in front of the old lady, who just stares at me with a blank face.
“Which one?” she asks.
“All of them.” A smug smile spreads on my face. “Including the one she has on.”
“Oh no, please, I can’t pay for this,” Ivy mutters as she comes up behind me with her old clothes.
“That’s fine because I won’t allow it,” I say as I swipe my card.
The old lady starts packing up the outfits one by one, glaring at us both with disdain.
“But I can’t pay you back. Not for any of this,” Ivy says.
I turn my head to look at those beautiful eyes that have managed to mesmerize me so. “I don’t expect you to. It’s a gift.” I snatch the bag off the counter and push it into Ivy’s hand. “No strings attached.”
She swallows as I grab her other hand and take her out of the store with me, back to the car. I open the passenger’s side door and wait until she’s inside before I run over to the driver’s side and jump in too.
But the moment I start the car, she gazes off into the distance, distracted by whatever thoughts are swirling through her head.
“I recognize that look,” I say.
“What look?” she retorts.
“The one where you wistfully stare off into the distance instead of saying what you really think.”
She narrows her eyes.
“I do it all the time,” I add with a lopsided smile.