Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 66652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
His lips thinned then he growled something that sounded a whole lot like ‘stubborn, bullheaded woman’ but I ignored him and shouldered past him.
The bathroom I’d ended up going to was, apparently, the farther away one. In the distance, closer to the field that we were playing at, there was another brown building that had the entire female population of the soccer field loitering around it, hoping to get in.
I squawked when I felt an arm wrap around my waist.
“Elvis,” he growled into my ear, pressing his mouth to my ear. “You’re trying my last nerve.”
I squirmed, unable to help myself.
First, he had a very hard body, and hard against soft was generally something that caused one to squirm.
Secondly, his hold on me was possessive, and I loved it.
Which made me hate it at the same time.
Goddamn, even I was confusing myself.
“I’m trying your last nerve?” I asked as I turned around. “How about you stop trying to mmmph.”
My ranting and raving trailed off with a smothered moan as he kissed the absolute holy hell out of me.
One second, I was spouting my mouth off, and the next he was pushing me backward into the bathroom I’d just exited.
Seconds after that, I found myself with the handicap bathroom stall door closed and my back up against the wall next to the baby changing station.
The gasp that left my lips only made way for his tongue to invade my mouth.
I groaned and curled my legs around his hips, but before I could fully do that, he pushed them down and straight up yanked my shorts and underwear off all in one fell swoop.
I squeaked at finding myself completely bare, but the surprise was hidden when his mouth covered my own again, and his dick was pressing against my entrance.
Before I could so much as prepare, let alone think, he was slamming inside of me so hard that I felt my butt bone scrape against the hard cinder block walls.
I threw my head back in surprise, a wave of shock rolling over me, and cried out.
“Tide!” I whimpered against his lips.
He punished me with his cock, taking me hard and fast, and building me up so high that at first, I hadn’t realized we were no longer alone.
“Pure dumb luck that we parked over here,” I heard said.
My eyes snapped open and I tilted my head down to look into Tide’s eyes.
They were gleaming with something I couldn’t quite decipher, and something that I could.
He was turned on that we might be caught.
He liked that someone might find him fucking me.
Find him claiming me.
Because that was what this was.
He was marking me as his, and he was doing it so thoroughly that I couldn’t find it in me to complain.
Maybe after…
His eyes gleamed when he read the surrender there.
Happiness and lust and excitement all warred for dominance in his eyes.
I heard the telltale squeak of a wheelchair roll into the room, and then someone say, “Oh, man. The handicap one is in use. Birdie, do you think you can help me get into this one?”
I would’ve felt bad, really, I would have, but Tide was doing something with his dick inside me, at an angle that caused the synapses of my brain to misfire.
He flashed me a grin, and then did it again, causing my body to jerk in surprise.
One by one, he took my legs by the backs of my knees, and all but folded them to the wall, using only the strength in his upper body to hold me up as he fucked me.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world, but the new position made me wide open for him to do whatever he wanted. To take me as deep, and as slow, as he wanted.
And boy did he.
I’d expected him to speed up, to take me in a fast, no-nonsense way.
But that was far from what he gave me.
He slowed down, pushing his beautiful, thick cock so deep inside of me, at the most delicious angle, that I was close to orgasm within three strokes of him.
I could hear the wet sounds of our combined fluids filling the room, and all I could do was look down and watch his cock power inside of me.
It was glistening with moisture, and it was such an angry red that I knew he was as far gone as I was.
He growled when I reached out and dragged my finger along one pulsing vein.
“Don’t touch,” he ordered.
“Did you say something, Birdie?” I heard asked.
“Nope,” Birdie answered. “Wasn’t me.”
They continued to talk, and I no longer listened, because all of my attention and focus was on not screaming in the next second.
My orgasm hit me so hard that the breath from my lungs stalled in my chest. A silent exhale followed, and stars started to burst behind my now-closed eyes.