Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
I knew Rowdy would hijack my whole world and not just my body if I did, so I never thought this day would come.
“Ah shit,” he let slip. His moans, which he usually held back, became more and more frequent as I rode him. I watched through half-lidded eyes as the arrogance slowly fell away, and his brows dipped in concentration as he zeroed in on where his dick was disappearing in and out of me.
A moment later, he bit his bottom lip hard as he held back his nut. He sat up, and his thumb found my clit, circling and teasing until my knees flew together when I felt the beginnings of an orgasm stirring low in my gut.
“Oh, my God.”
“You gonna come for me, Dream?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I promised in my sweetest voice. Rowdy had stamped his ownership all over my body last night. This time, I wanted to do the same, so I sat up and placed my lips to his ear. “I’m going to come so hard for you. Can I have my morning protein first?”
His curse was my only warning before I found myself flat on my back and his dick slipping out of me as he straddled my chest and began jerking himself furiously.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
I happily obeyed, and a moment later, his warm cum landed on my tongue. Overwhelmed by the sight, Rowdy tossed his head back, and I felt a couple of drops carelessly land on my cheek, chin, and chest. Not wanting to waste a drop, I scooped them up, and when he opened his eyes, I held his gaze as I slipped my fingers in my mouth.
Rowdy groaned like I was killing him. “You so fucking nasty, little girl.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond before he grabbed my legs and folded me in half. My knees were touching my ears while he held the back of my thighs, keeping me open for him. The sounds he made as he licked and sucked my pussy told me he had a ferocious appetite that wouldn’t be stated.
And just when I thought there was nothing else he could do to turn my world inside out, I felt his tongue dip dangerously low. And then…
“Oh my…Owen…fuuuuck!”
His tongue rimmed my asshole, and I screamed.
I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me so fiercely all I could do was take it.
I screamed as Rowdy pushed his fingers deep inside me until he found my G-spot and worked it relentlessly until I came again on the heels of my first orgasm.
This one was different but newly familiar. More intense. Messier. It was the same pressure I’d felt in the stockroom. It built low in my pelvis just before I lost against the urge to push, and I squirted his fingers, abs, and thighs with ejaculate, making a mess of the sheets and…him.
God, I was all over him.
His skin was glistening with my arousal, but then, so was mine. We’d taken turns defiling one another.
I was still shaking long after Rowdy pulled away. It was another few minutes before I returned to Earth and heard him snickering.
I grabbed one of the pillows that had been kicked to the foot of the bed and threw it at him.
“Shut up! It’s not funny!” I whined. My body was still trembling, and I was embarrassed as hell. I still wasn’t entirely convinced I hadn’t peed on myself despite Rowdy’s insistence that I hadn’t. “I think I’m having a seizure.” Wide-eyed, I turned my head toward him since it was the only other part of me I could move.
Rowdy sucked his teeth before saying, “Your ass is not having a seizure. You just busted a good-ass nut. That’s all.” He stood from the bed and scooped me up before I could protest. “Come on. Let’s take a shower.”
After our shower, I helped Rowdy take out his braids as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched the news. I think a few drops of drool landed on his back, which I blamed on the water from the shower when he flinched and turned to look at me questioningly.
He truly looked like the lion he portrayed, with his hair wild and sexy around his powerful shoulders. I wanted to go another round, but the throbbing soreness between my thighs told me it wasn’t happening.
A moment later, sex was the last thing on my mind when a thought shifted the desire in my belly to despair. “I have a question,” I said after I finished detangling his hair.
“What else is new?” he returned dryly.
I ignored his sarcasm and cut to the chase. “Who braids your hair?”
Rowdy kept his gaze fixed on the TV, but I was watching him so closely I’d clocked his small pause. The news wasn’t that damn interesting. “Why, Atlas?”