Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Why would I lie?” he asks as he sits up.
His hands grab my ass, dragging me over his cock that strains in his slacks. I grab onto his shoulders, steadying myself.
“Because you want to sleep with me,” I offer.
“I’ll fuck you no matter what, English. Whether I fucked everyone in Hood River or not.”
“Gross.”
He grips my hair, pulling down so that I’m staring up at the ceiling. Warm breath tickles my neck before he runs his tongue along my skin. I groan when he starts sucking a little path toward my collarbone. He nips at my flesh and then teases his tongue down to my breast. A whimper crawls out of me the second he sucks on my nipple.
Shamelessly, I work my hips along his hard shaft, needing to feel him. He bites on my nipple in a punishing way that makes my pussy clench.
“What are you going to do when Garrett walks in here?” he taunts, his breath hot against my nipple.
“He won’t. Dad respects a closed door. Always has.”
“So I can take advantage of you then?”
“It’s your funeral.”
He bites me again. It doesn’t hurt like it should. All it does is electrify my need for him. I want him to pull his cock out and slide me onto it, fucking me until we’re both sated.
“That feel good rubbing on me?” he murmurs, giving my ass a squeeze.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Get on the floor, loser.”
I smack his shoulder, shooting him a glare. “No.”
Fire flickers in his stare. “You wanted to be punished, practically agreed to it, so I’m going to punish you. On your knees, woman.”
“I get no pleasure?”
“Nope.”
“I have to suck your diseased dick?”
His grin is wicked. “Yep.”
“Fuck you.”
“Later,” he growls. “Now get down there and pull my dick out.”
We have a stare off, waiting for the other to back down. Neither of us does.
“You have a word that’ll get you out of this,” he reminds me. “If you want to pussy out, then use it.”
He’s so infuriating.
Sliding out of his lap, I give him an exaggerated thumbs-up. “Got it, Mr. Hutton.”
“I hate that fucking thumb. And it’s Cal,” he grinds out. “You’re about to choke on my dick, so you get to use the magical word.”
I huff but kneel between his spread thighs. My palms slide up his pant legs to where his cock strains in his slacks. Before I can undo the belt, he stops me, holding on to each wrist.
“When Terrence first went into the hospital, they thought he’d need a blood transfusion. It was a wakeup call that I felt like I ought to be tested before donating blood. I slept with a lot of women.” His serious stare immobilizes me. “Turns out, I’m the wrong blood type for him anyway, but I did get a full panel of tests done. Miraculously, I’m clean.”
“Every girl wants to hear about all the girls her guy has fucked,” I deadpan. “Thanks for the lesson in your sexual history.”
His eyebrow cocks up at my sass. He doesn’t let go, which means he’s waiting on a response.
“I’m clean too, remember?” I pause to chew on my bottom lip. “And after what happened…” I blink back the burn in my eyes as I try not to let the loss of the baby consume me. “I’m also on birth control.”
He studies me for a beat, like he might ask me to elaborate on what I was about to say, but in the end, he nods.
“Suck my clean dick, loser.”
I punch his thigh, making him laugh. “I’m not doing it now.”
“Aww,” he taunts. “My girl needs coddling to get her to open that pretty mouth. What do you want to hear, English? That I think your tits are fucking divine? That my mouth waters to taste your pussy because I can smell your arousal from here and I’m starved for it?”
I squirm at his words. “That’s a good start. Keep going.”
“I think you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, absolutely no humor in his voice. “It makes me crazy. Angry. Stressed the fuck out. Bitter. It still doesn’t change the fact you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s sweet, I think. Also kind of messed up.”
“Put my dick in your mouth, Charlie girl. Those juicy lips are too perfect to not be put to good use.”
I chew on the bottom one as I unbuckle his belt. His eyes sear into me as I unzip him. My hand wraps around his thick shaft, the piercings pressing into my palm. I want to gawk and inspect them up close, but figure now’s not the time. I’d heard a rumor his dick was pierced. Seeing and hearing about it are two different things. Feeling them is something altogether different.
“Lick it,” he growls. “Lick the tip and have a taste.”
His fingers are rough as they dig into my hair, tangling in my locks. It’s almost painful. Almost. Unlike Ryan, Cal toes the line between pleasure and pain, giving me something delicious I didn’t know I craved. Maybe it was something I was searching for and fell too deep the wrong way with Ryan.