Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
I go down on my knees and go for his belt. He gets my intention and helps me. He ties my hands behind my back and I offer him my mouth. Which he takes and fucks and makes me moan. When I feel like he’s close, his length is pulsing and has gotten bigger and heavier – he pulls me up and attacks my mouth.
He kisses me as I am.
All sloppy and pretty for him.
Then, ripping his mouth away, “You’re my fucking baby, you know that. You’re my fucking sweetheart, my treasure. You’re every beat of my racing heart.”
Before I can respond, he comes down on the ground.
He flips my dress up, gets his head between my thighs so he can get at my pussy. He eats the fuck out of my pussy as I whine and moan and shatter on his tongue. And while I’m still pulsating from my first orgasm, he emerges, his mouth all plump and red, wet from my juices, and spins me around. He yanks my hips out and kicks my feet apart. And before I know it, he’s thrusting into my still fluttering pussy, making me cry out his name.
He fucks me against the wall, filling me, pounding me, making me lose my mind. He’s leaving bruises on my skin, my hips where he’s got ahold of me. And I’m probably drawing blood from his skin where I’m scratching the side of his neck, his face even.
He yanks my dress down and gets my tits out. He pulls on my nipples, making them all sore and swollen. And in response, I draw blood on his skin and strangle his dick from how tight I’m clenching my pussy.
And I’m so dazed by all of this that I don’t realize we’re not alone anymore.
That there’s someone here.
The only thing that alerts me of their presence is the fact that he speaks.
Growls really.
“Look away.”
I gasp, my eyes blinking open; I never knew I’d closed them. Panting and horrified, I turn my head to the side, which had come down to rest on his chest, to look at the intruders. This was the worst idea, wasn’t it? We weren’t supposed to do this here. We weren’t supposed to look at each other lest someone finds out our secret let alone do what we’re doing.
But thankfully, it’s the two guys that I don’t recognize.
My relief is still short-lived because of what they inadvertently stumbled upon.
And it’s not their fault either really.
It’s not as if we’re hiding or anything. We’re doing this right by the exit doors of the bar and we’re not even on the other side of the big dumpsters that line the wall, no. So we’re in their direct line of sight.
They can see us.
They can see what’s happening.
And so Stellan should stop, shouldn’t he?
I’m not going to lie, I kinda hate it. We have only so much time together and now we have to break apart because of these morons.
But he doesn’t.
Oh my God, he doesn’t stop.
Instead he growls, while still moving inside of me at the same pace, “Look the fuck away if you want to live.”
They don’t listen.
So then I have to force myself to think about what we actually look like.
Although I have very little idea of it.
I don’t even know if my dress is all the way up, exposing my lower half, my ass and my pussy to the world. I don’t even know if his jeans are all the way down or just open enough to get his dick inside of me.
All I know is that he’s hugging me to his body like he always does, his heat and his fingers overwhelming in the best way.
“Listen, you fuckfaces,” he growls again, his fingers on my hips tightening. “I’m about to come, yeah? And I need to switch holes to do that. I can’t come in my girl’s hot as fuck pussy because she’s not on the pill and I can’t breed her. Even though,” he thrusts really hard, making me moan and close my eyes again, “I’d like nothing more. I’d like nothing more than to put a baby in her belly so fuckfaces like you, including his fiancé, know exactly who she belongs to. Me, her daddy.”
I moan crazy loud at that and rake my fingers down his jaw.
“And from the sound of it, my girl would like that too. My girl, here,” he smacks my ass under my dress, making me jerk and whine, “would love a baby in her belly. She’d love for me to breed her. She’d do anything to steal the cum out of me. She’d fucking poke holes in a condom if she could.” He smacks me again and this time when I whine, I also nod. Because it’s true. In my recklessness, I’d do anything to keep him tied to me.