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)
“Oh, fuck.” Wait. What the hell was I doing? “Um…no. We have to stop. Rowdy—”
“Isn’t here, Twinks. I’m here.”
I blinked down at her while she continued making love to my breasts. “He called you…”
“Mm-hmm,” she confirmed.
“Why?”
Ruen let my nipple go with a pop of her lips and kissed me hard and fast. “So you could play with me.”
“He wouldn’t.”
“A lot has changed, Twinks. He can’t fuck you, and judging by the way you’re ruining my favorite leggings, you need to be fucked.”
“It’ll pass.”
“Maybe. Or maybe it will get so bad you won’t care what ties might bind you.”
I gulped. Do I tell Ruen that it had almost happened already? Apparently, Rowdy’s will was stronger than mine—or maybe I just wanted him more than he wanted me. Maybe it wouldn’t be long before he sought comfort elsewhere.
The thought had me lunging forward and stealing Ruen’s lips. We kissed until our lips were swollen and we were panting for breath. My hands found her waist, and I tugged on the skintight cotton. “Take these off,” I demanded breathlessly.
Ruen didn’t hesitate before stepping back and peeling them off. The puffy lips of her pussy were glistening, telling me she came ready to be fucked, and I unconsciously licked my lips before the dresser bit into my back when she returned, shoving her knee between my thighs again while she straddled mine.
“Go ahead, Twinks. Use me.”
I released a broken cry when my hips began to move once more, and I rode Ruen’s thigh. She did the same, her wet pussy sliding along my thigh. The dresser behind us began to rock and bang against the wall from the force of our movements as we quickly lost ourselves in the delirium.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Ruen said, groaning. She fisted my hair and yanked my head back, baring my neck for her hot kiss while groping my tit. I was no stranger to having my hair pulled during sex. It was Rowdy’s favorite pastime while hitting it from the back. “Your pussy is so hot.”
The last of my restraint melted away at the rough treatment, and I heard myself whisper, “You should put it in your mouth.”
Ruen laughed and nipped my shoulder once before dropping to her knees. Her tongue softly flicked my clit, and I moaned as I shifted my feet apart to make room for her. I stared down at her gorgeous face as she pressed a kiss to my pussy and then another until my head fell back.
She was eating me out in earnest now, and my cries echoed around the room and through the open door. When her focus returned to my clit, she captured it between her teeth and gave it a punishing tug.
“Oh, fuck, Ruen!” Lost in the forbidden pleasure, I grabbed her hair and fucked her face when her tongue teased my hole. “Oh, my God, I’m going to come.”
Ruen hummed her encouragement as she gripped my ass and pulled me closer.
A strange and synthetic sense of euphoria suddenly washed over me, and I rode her face as I chased my orgasm. “You like that?” I moaned deviously. “You like my pussy in your pretty little mouth?”
Ruen’s knowing gaze met mine, and she gave a wordless nod.
The Molly had kicked in.
The feeling was so, so good, but it couldn’t make me forget. When my eyes fluttered closed, all I saw was Rowdy’s face. All I did was compare them, and when my walls contracted greedily, my pussy had never felt so empty.
I didn’t realize I’d shoved Ruen away until my rising orgasm suddenly dissipated, and I opened my eyes to find her wiping her mouth with a raise of her brows.
“I’m sorry.” I hurriedly righted Rowdy’s ruined tank top, tucking my breast back inside and covering my bottom. “I can’t do this, Ruen. I like you, but I love him.”
It didn’t matter that Rowdy had sanctioned this. He’d only done it because I’d pushed him into a corner—because he didn’t think there was any other way. Once again, he had found another way to take care of my needs while I selfishly took and took and took.
I rushed out of the room, bottomless and barefoot, determined to find my man and drive all night if I had to.
But I didn’t have to.
Because he’d been right here all along, downstairs, in the den, nursing a glass of whisky with his head bent, arms braced on his thighs, and his heart at his feet. He was now wearing sweatpants that he must have gotten from the basket of clean clothes I’d left in laundry room.
“Owen…”
“You good now?” he asked without facing me.
“No.” I rushed around the couch and threw myself onto my knees before him—where I belonged and wanted to be. “I don’t want her, Owen. I want you.”
Rowdy gave a dry laugh and took a sip of his drink. “It didn’t sound like it. Ya’ll sounded lit as fuck up there.” He eyed me over his glass. “I thought you only screamed like that for me.”