Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
When I raise my hand to wipe away the spittle, he shakes his head. “Leave it. I like the way you look when you’re all mussed-up.” His thumb swipes across my swollen lips, gathering up the wetness before pressing it to my mouth. “Open.”
I draw his finger inside before sucking it.
It’s only after his lids turn heavy that he slips it free before wrapping his hand around his erection and bringing it to my lips again. “Beg for it, baby. Beg to suck my cock.”
“Please. I want to taste you in my mouth.”
He lifts a brow. “That really the best you can do?”
I shake my head as desperation floods through me. “Please, Hayes. Please let me suck your big dick. I need it.” There’s so much truth in the plea. I do need it. I need him. “I love the way my lips stretch around it and the way it feels to take you deep into my throat. I want to feel you come so I can drink down every last drop.”
“Fuck. You’re such a good girl. Know that, baby? Now, open wide. I’m going to give you exactly what you begged so prettily for.”
I do as instructed as his fingers tangle in my hair, and he slides between my lips. I never thought I’d enjoy the feel of it, but I do.
With one continuous movement, he glides all the way down my throat until my nose is buried in his groin and breathing becomes impossible.
“A few more strokes and I’m going to give you exactly what you crave. What you need.”
I moan as he retreats. This time there’s no reprieve or chance to catch my breath. He uses my mouth for his own pleasure, and I revel in every single second of it.
On the last thrust, his hips stay flexed as he draws me closer. He groans as thick jets of cum erupt from the tip of his cock and hit the back of my throat. I greedily swallow down every drop just like I promised.
His release seems to last forever as my gaze stays pinned to him.
With his head thrown back, I’m only able to see the bob of his throat and the rigidly held muscles.
Tears stream down my face as he huffs out a breath and carefully slips free. His hands loosen from around my scalp as he crouches in front of me. That’s when I realize my legs are still thrown over the armrests of the chair. His gaze drops to my splayed pussy before he presses a kiss against the wet flesh. The velvety softness of his tongue slides between my lips and a whimper breaks loose from me.
No matter how much I have of this man, I’m still hungry for more.
Just when I think he’ll make me orgasm for a second time, he rises until we’re eye level with each other before searching my gaze carefully, as if looking for signs of remorse.
He won’t find any.
“Open.”
My lips part enough for him to peer inside.
“I love seeing your throat painted with my cum.”
One hand snakes around the nape of my neck before he pulls me forward, and his mouth presses to mine. He licks deep strokes until it feels as if he’ll devour me in one tasty bite. A tangy flavor fills my mouth, and I realize it’s the taste of my pussy on his lips.
He pulls away just enough to press his forehead against mine as we look at each other. “There’s nothing better than the taste of our combined arousal on my tongue.”
My belly swoops as my core tightens.
That’s the moment I realize just how deep I’m in with this guy.
33
Hayes
With my back facing the hot spray, I allow the water to pound my shoulders, easing the tension from two grueling hours spent on the ice.
Physically, I’m wiped.
But mentally?
My brain refuses to shut off.
I’m struggling with a dilemma. Part of me realizes I need to tell Coach what’s going on with his daughter. He should know in order to keep her safe. But another part realizes that Ava will be pissed when she discovers I took matters into my own hands.
I know that creepy fucker is still bombarding her with messages. I sneak peeks at her phone when she walks out of the room.
Is that an invasion of privacy?
Probably.
But I’m concerned that she’s downplaying the situation.
I have no idea if the guy at the rink taking pictures was Nathan. I couldn’t get a good look at him, but I’ve got a bad feeling about the way it all unfolded. It’s too much of a coincidence.
If some dude was messing with Kia, I’d want to know about it.
So I could bury him six feet under.
Every morning, I drive Ava to the rink and then stick around to watch her practice. I’ve also been picking her up after her night classes. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let her walk home alone.