Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
It’s primal, fierce, and for a second I let myself submit as his tongue tangles with mine. Then I dig my nails into his forearm and neck, causing him to lift his face, his eyes dark. He smiles.
“That’s it, Raven. Fight me,” he growls.
“Fuck you, Jett.”
“I intend to.” He grabs my arm, jerking me along as he slams the deserted stairwell door open, and I’m not gonna lie, as much as I hate him, I also like the rush. The door slams shut with a loud bang, and he pushes me forward, my hands grabbing the metal railing. His hands jerk my hips tight on his erection, and he rubs it against my ass.
“Tell me, Raven, were you gonna let Andrew fuck your ass?” His other hand goes to the back of my neck. “No one gets you but me.” His other hand snakes around to my stomach and into my pants.
“You don’t own me. I can fuck whoever I want.” I smile, then gasp as his two fingers stroke me.
“That’s my little whore. You’re so wet,” he whispers and bites my ear. “Unbutton your slacks.” And suddenly his hands are gone as I hear him unbuckling his belt. I should try to at least make an effort to get away. I just called him out for being a bad guy and a bully, but I want him.
It’s just sex. It means nothing. I undo my slacks.
“Take them off,” he demands.
I kick off my heels and let them fall to the cement, praying the floor is somewhat clean while I step out of my panties.
“Wait. What if someone comes down the stairs, or… Jesus.” His fingers are back inside me, rubbing, stroking, so deep.
“Fuck, this cunt is tight.” And all I can do is hold on to the railing while he rubs that magical spot and I start to climb.
“Jett. I’m going to come.” My voice is almost frantic.
“Not yet,” he grunts. “I need to eat this cunt.” His fingers are gone, and I almost scream. Maybe I do. I’m beyond caring.
“Jesus Christ.” When he looks at me, his blue eyes are almost black.
Spreading my legs, I lower my ass till I’m sitting on the edge of the cold concrete steps.
“You can come. I want you to come in my mouth.” He kneels, and everything slows. It’s just us, our breathing, his mouth. I lean my head back and arch up as he starts to suck on my clit. Nothing, no one in this world, will ever be able to make me feel like this.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper.
He grabs my hips, using his tongue to fuck my slick core, in and out, before it returns to my clit.
One hand grabs the railing as my body tightens. Every single cell is tingling as I go over. Wave after wave of unending pleasure flows through me as he watches me come undone.
He stands, unzips his slacks, and brings out his cock. Barely able to breathe, I lick my lips at his thick, pulsing member.
“Turn around.” His voice seems strained.
Somehow I make myself grab on to the next step while his hand caresses my ass.
“This ass is mine. You’re mine.” A loud smack is what I hear before my brain actually registers that my right ass cheek is stinging.
“Mine. You don’t go to bars.” He slaps the other cheek, and this time, I feel everything, and it fucking hurts.
“I’d think better about moving, Raven. You’re gonna take it, take whatever I give you.” He continues to spank me, but at this point, the stinging is gone, and all I feel is a warm burn.
“I should take my belt to this ass.” In one hard thrust, he’s inside me, and we both groan. I fall forward. His cock is that big, and at this angle… holy fuck. My breasts are smashed onto the steps, my knees have to be bruised, but all I feel is him—and his cock inside me.
Inside me. I never want it to end.
“Tell me, Raven. Say the words as I fuck this cunt of mine raw,” he grunts, his anger almost an aphrodisiac. If he’s this upset about the bar, that means he’s jealous.
“I won’t go to bars,” I pant, sensing his thumb at my tiny hole.
“Yeah… what else?” His thumb slowly slides into my ass, and fuck…
“Jett—Mr. Powers. I…”
“Take it.” He picks up speed.
In and out, I feel his thumb in my ass and his cock so deep inside me.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“You’re the only one who can fuck me,” I scream, unable to stop the orgasm. It crashes over me, and I dig my nails into the stairs.
“Fuck, Raven, fuck,” he whispers as my pussy contracts and my ass pulses. I think I might be screaming or chanting his name when he pulls out. Warm spurts of his release cover my ass, and he comes, loud, guttural, echoing around us.