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)
We haven’t had any more issues since.
I grabbed a pair of sunglasses and my brand-new beach bag before leaving the huge closet that had been mostly empty before I moved in.
Rowdy, for all his brutish ways, spoiled me rotten.
I now had triple the amount of clothes, shoes, and accessories than when I’d arrived in Idlewild.
Wearing his signature frown, my boyfriend—still getting used to that—stepped into the bedroom at the same time I did.
“Damn, Dream, you ain’t ready yet?” he immediately griped.
“I told you I could drive myself since you’re in a hurry, but no. You act like it’s a crime for me to go anywhere without you. I mean, are you my man or my babysitter?”
Rowdy stepped further into the bedroom and kept coming until he’d herded my ass right back inside the closet, where he crowded me in a corner without ever laying a hand on me. “Who the fuck are you talking to, Atlas?”
My gaze dropped, and I mumbled submissively, “No one.”
Rowdy hooked his finger under my chin and immediately lifted my gaze from the floor until it met his once again. “Nice try. My eyes are up here. What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“I—nothing,” I said, which was only partially true. Something was bothering me, but Rowdy wasn’t to blame. It wasn’t his fault or mine that everyone seemed determined to tear us apart. “I’m just cranky, I guess. It’s been a long weekend.”
Rowdy searched my gaze for signs that I was lying before his lips tilted. “You should have taken your ass to sleep like I told you to, but no. Your hardheaded ass wanted to ride my dick all night.”
I giggled before cupping him through his Burberry trunks that matched my bikini. “My pussy can’t help that you stretch her so good.”
“Atlas,” he groaned while grabbing my wrist and stopping me from pulling him out. “No, and I mean it this time. We’re already late. We have to go, baby.”
“Please, Daddy? I’ll be quick. I promise.” I felt his dick twitch in my hand and knew I had him.
Rowdy rubbed his brow before sighing and taking a step back. “Take this shit off.” He gestured to my bathing suit. “And go bend over the bed.”
I squealed before running out of the closet, losing my bikini bottoms along the way. Rowdy followed me into the bedroom a second later. He was naked with his dick in hand and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth when he spotted me in position—face down, ass up.
“Hurry,” I whined, wiggling my ass when he stared at my wet pussy with that look in his eyes that said he wanted to eat it for lunch.
Ignoring me, he ran both hands over my ass in reverence before he pushed two fingers inside me, testing my readiness even though I was visibly dripping all over the damn sheets.
I knew he only did this when I was truly in for a pounding, so my heart and pussy both gave an excited clench. The amused glance Rowdy gave me told me he’d felt it.
“We got to put your thirsty ass on a schedule before you fuck my dick off, Dream, damn.”
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and fuck me, Owen.” He brought his dick to my pussy, teasing the entrance with the flared tip before pushing inside and making my jaw go slack as he slowly filled me up. “Mmm, fuck,” I moaned when he reached the hilt and sat inside me, making sure I felt every one of my muscles stretching to accommodate his length. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, yes.”
“You like that?”
“Yes, Daddy. It’s so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Please,” I whined.
“What about this?” Rowdy teased as he slowly withdrew to the tip only to surge back inside me so deeply, his pelvis smashed against my ass, forcing me forward on the bed and a long, tortured moan from my lips. “You like that too?”
“Harder.”
“Harder?” He quickened his pace until the only sound was the wet chorus of our skin slapping together and his dick pummeling my pussy. “Why,” he damn near growled. “Are you always…so goddamn…wet?”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t answer him while he was fucking me so good, which only seemed to spur him to fuck me harder.
Rowdy climbed onto the bed, pinning my front to the mattress as he covered my body with his. He hooked his arms under mine, grabbed my shoulders for leverage, and proceeded to beat my pussy to a pulp while I could do nothing but lie there and take it. He was so deep now that I swore I could feel him in my goddamn throat.
I quickly came as I promised, but he wasn’t done with me yet. Rowdy flipped us over until he was lying on his back with me on top and facing away from him.
“W-waaaait!” I cried as he pummeled me from below. I knew what he was after, but I was absolutely sure I wouldn’t survive a second orgasm.