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)
Good God, the amount of begging I would do to get a taste of that.
She starts rubbing herself right in front of me while keeping her gaze fixated on me, almost as if to tell me something. As if she wants me to know she holds all the power. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t true.
“You want this?” she asks.
I nod, mouth wide open, tongue running along my lips. “Fuck yes, I want it so badly.”
She circles her most sensitive spot, spreading her juices all over, and my hard-on bounces in response. “Beg.”
“Please …” I murmur.
“More.”
The more she circles her slit, the more I feel like a starved man. “Please, I need it.”
“Need what?”
“You. I need you.” I whimper while my dick still bounces up and down from what she’s doing to herself. “Please. Let me have you.”
Her downturned lips curl upward into a smile as she continues playing with herself, her fingers rolling around her clit until it’s swollen.
My saliva practically rolls off my tongue, and when she actually sticks a finger inside, I’m lost.
“I can’t take this. Please.”
Still, I don’t move.
“Show me how badly you want this then. Come for me without touching yourself.”
I’m so close. If she’d touch me just once, I’d explode all over her.
She dips in and out, spreading wetness all over before rubbing her most sensitive spot once again, her breathing growing more rapid with every passing second. My tip oozes pre-cum, and I can feel my desperation to release building inside me.
“Please, I wanna come,” I mewl, my hard-on bobbing up and down. “Please. Touch me.”
“No,” she groans, still circling around her most sensitive spot while forcing me to watch. “You wanted to watch? Then watch me come.”
Her fingers go faster and faster until finally, a soft moan escapes her lips, and I can literally see her drip all over the table. The view sends me over the edge, and I moan loudly as cum bursts out, spurting all over the floor and my pants. But it’s still not nearly enough to satiate my desire for her.
“Fuck,” I groan with frustration from the half-finished orgasm.
She smiles wickedly and gets off the table, pulling down her skirt again. “Now you know what it feels like.”
I’m out of breath. “What do you mean?”
She pulls up her top and lowers her skirt from the waistline, showing the scar Silas left in her skin beneath her belly button, close to her mound.
Thief.
She tips up my chin. “To be used.”
And she picks up the knife and walks toward the door, but as she clutches the handle, she adds, “Don’t ever tell those fuckers where we live or about Cora. Got it?”
I shake my head. “I won’t, I swear.”
“Good.”
The door closes, and I’m left with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction … as well as a great hunger. She used me to gain back the power she lost to Silas and Heath, and I’m not even mad. This is the first time in my entire life I’ve ever been able to come without anyone even touching me. I sink back into the chair.
She left me here. Panting. Desperate for more.
Wow. What a woman.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and my eyes widen when it isn’t her who’s looking at my dick.
It’s Heath, and he looks shocked. “What the—”
My cheeks flush with heat.
“Shit.” I try to free myself while awkwardly bumping up and down in the chair with my ass.
“Wow …” Heath shakes his head, judging me. “She did this, didn’t she?”
I nod, my flaccid shaft still twitching every time he glances at it.
He approaches me. “Where is she?”
“Gone,” I reply, sitting up straight to look him in the eyes. “Can you help me out, please?”
He lowers himself to my level, placing both hands on the back of my chair as he narrows his eyes. “First, you’re going to tell me what happened.”
“We had a little … chat.”
He snorts. “That’s one hell of a chat, Max.”
He sniffs the air and inches close, too close, making me lean back into the seat. Fuck. I can barely take it when he gets this up close and personal, let alone after I just had an encounter with Ivy. I’m still a mess, and his presence only complicates that further.
“You let that girl walk all over you … for some pussy?” he asks.
“I couldn’t help myself. She’s—”
His fingers curl around my throat. “You went behind my back. Are you into her? Is that it?”
He squeezes off my oxygen, but all it does is bring my dick back to life. And I know he sees. Just one small half of a second, but I know he glanced.
“Why?”
“I’m trying to win her trust,” I reply.
I know it’s a lie. I’m lying to both of them, and it’s eating me alive. But I’m already in so deep now … I can’t come back from this.