Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
After two years of missing and wanting him, we were right back in the bed where we took each other's virginity. He was right here, his fingers tangling in my hair and angling my head back.
“Tell me this doesn’t feel right?” he breathed against my lips, eyes searching mine through the amber glow of the streetlight outside his window.
It did feel right. That was the problem. Hendrix had always been the silver lining to the black cloud hanging over my life. The past few years without him had been nothing but darkness. I was desperate for a patch of sunlight to bask in.
“This is a bad idea, Hendrix.” Even as I said it, I clasped the back of his neck, pulling him closer because I needed this.
Just one more time.
“Bad ideas are always the best, though.” He rolled on top of me, the hard press of his cock settling between my thighs as his mouth worked over my throat. “You can tell me to stop…” His hand slipped beneath my shirt, grabbing my breast. “Do you want me to stop?”
Shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t all fled my mind in a frantic rush. “No.” I grabbed the waist of his boxers and shoved them down before gripping his pierced dick. “Don’t stop.”
He thrust into my hand, and his teeth sank into my neck on a restrained groan. “Fuck, I want you.” Another pump and precum wet my palm.
I spread my legs wider, trapping his cock between my palm and lace panties. Each pump sent every nerve sparking as though my body had awakened from some long, dormant sleep.
Moaning, I arched my back from the bed and imagined him driving inside me.
“Shit,” he breathed. “I can’t take this.” Then he shoved my panties to the side. His hard dick slipped over me, and I lost it. “Tell me to fuck you. Please.” He kissed my throat. “Before I lose my shit.”
Madness only Hendrix could stir within me took hold. I raked my nails over his ass in an attempt to pull him closer, to get him inside me. “Fuck me, Hendrix.”
The plea had barely left my mouth before he slammed into me, hard and deep.
It had been two years since I’d slept with him since I’d slept with anyone… and the brutality of it sent a twinge of pain shooting through me.
“Jesus…” He stilled, hissing in a breath. “Stop gripping me like that.”
I couldn’t help it. He filled me, stretched me, consumed me until all I felt was him.
“Fuck. I can’t…” He pulled out and slammed back in, his grip on my hips every bit as punishing as his dick.
Each hard thrust felt like he was trying to fuck himself back into me, stamp his claim.
Within seconds, he had me clawing at his back, edging toward the sweetest high, but then he stilled. His mouth slammed over mine. His hips stuttered; muscles tensed under my hands. “God, Lola. I...” He buried himself as deep as possible on a groan.
He’d just come.
Before I had.
And inside me. My heart sank at the thought that he’d just used me. God, what was I doing?
“Shit. I didn’t mean to...” On a hard breath, he dropped his face to the crook of my neck. “Your pussy just feels too damn good.”
Before I could say, “Well, that’s great for you,” he sat up and grabbed the tops of my thighs. Then his hot mouth landed on my pussy, his tongue making tiny circles over my clit.
“Shit, the way I taste in you…”
He was so filthy and so damn good with his mouth. “You’re so—” But I couldn’t finish that sentence because whatever he had just done had me gripping the sheets and fighting a moan.
“Good at eating your pussy?” He smirked up from between my spread thighs. “I know.”
Two swipes of his tongue had my muscles trembling, chest heaving in anticipation. Then he rammed his fingers inside me, and I fell apart. Emotionally. Physically. Pleasure overtook my body like a drug, making me high on drag of his tongue, each thrust of his hand. My fingers found their way into his hair, pulling his face closer just for the extra friction. Tension built in my muscles, coiling like a spring under pressure, and then, the orgasm tore through me like liquid fire.
My limbs went lax on a deep moan, and I lay there, basking in the blissful aftermath of what he’d just done to me.
“Bad idea, huh?” He collapsed onto the mattress beside me while I tried and failed to catch my breath.
It was a bad idea. I’d fucked Hendrix, and I couldn’t even bask in the afterglow because he’d come in me.
I’d let him come in me.
How stupid could I be?
Chapter 13
HENDRIX
I’d laid in bed for the past hour, listening to the wail of ambulances, watching the morning sunlight filtering in through the blinds, and holding her like she was mine. Like the pathetic ball sack I evidently was, because as much I wanted to hate her, I didn’t.