Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Her face paled.
“Are you breaking up with me?” she breathed.
“Are you breaking up with me?” he shot back.
Her eyes slitted. “So I can’t communicate I’m worried about the fact you’re a fucking vigilante without you threatening to break up with me?”
“I didn’t threaten to break up with you,” he clipped.
“Then what does ‘then we can’t be’ mean?” she demanded.
“It doesn’t mean I’m threatening to break up with you.”
“It means exactly that!” she shouted.
“I was laying it out for you!” he shouted back. “I wasn’t fucking breaking up with you!”
“An ultimatum,” she bit. “Same thing.”
“An ultimatum is a choice, Hellen, it’s not the same fuckin’ thing. Your choice. Decide.”
Her brows arched up. “Right now?”
“Right fucking now,” he growled.
She glared at him.
He scowled at her.
She didn’t move.
He didn’t release the hold he had on her hips.
She was still pissed but he didn’t miss the look behind her eyes when she pointed out, “You’re hard again.”
“Ride it,” he grunted.
No hesitation, she reached between them, took hold of his cock and positioned him.
They’d had the conversation that week. She was on the pill, he hadn’t fucked anybody since he met her, wasn’t going to fuck anybody but her, she promised the same, they were both vaccinated against HPV, and they both carved out time to hit a clinic and came up clean.
So now it was ungloved.
So now her tight heat was also wet, and the minute she sunk down on him, he needed to thrust.
Core tried to move them, but she clamped on to his hair and his throat and snarled, “No.”
That was such a huge turn on, he settled, and she rode him fast and hard, glaring into his eyes, pissed as shit and working it out in a way he was never going to argue.
She undulated on top of him, her hair swaying, her tits bouncing, her pussy milking, and he got too close.
“You gotta get there,” he gritted.
“Blow,” she ordered.
Oh fuck no.
Not before her, not unless he made that decision because he had a plan.
He clenched the flesh of her hips trying to control her flow as he moved in with his finger. “Get there.”
She went faster. “Blow, baby.”
He was at her clit but she wasn’t there.
Fuck.
He yanked her off. She cried out in fury. He put her where he wanted her, on her knees facing the headboard. He got her ass tipped by pulling her hair to arch her back. Then he positioned and drove into her pussy, one hand going for her clit, the other after her tit.
“Not fair,” she panted, hands to the headboard to brace for his fucking.
“Get there,” he grunted in her ear as he fucked her harder than she could him.
It didn’t take long before she whimpered, bucked, shivered in his hold and spasmed around his dick.
Thank, Christ.
He moved to hold her by the back of her neck and watch his wet dick take her below the swells of her sweet ass.
Only then did he blow.
Hard.
Once he came down, he impaled her and rounded her with his arms.
“We’re not breaking up,” she wheezed.
He grinned, then closed his eyes and rested his forehead against her shoulder.
She had more.
She didn’t have it all.
But she had more.
And that was where she landed.
“Your choice, baby.”
“You’re a fucking dick,” she said to the headboard.
He buried his face in the side of her neck and agreed, “Mm-hmm.”
“Don’t agree with me when I’m still pissed at you.”
“Okay, I’m not a dick,” he said. “I’m the best boyfriend ever.”
He sucked her ear lobe.
She shivered against him.
He slid a hand down her belly and cupped her mound, feeling him still inside, the other hand he used to cup her breast.
“I guess I’ll have to put up with you being a fucking vigilante,” she groused.
That was cute.
And the relief it washed through him was immense.
But he was dead serious when he promised in her ear, “I’ll make it worth it.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled. “I’m losing you and you shot a huge load, again,” she accused, like it was his fault she was such a great fuck. “I can already feel it leaking.”
He’d never come so hard than with her. Kiki was hot in bed, but Hellen was off the goddamn charts.
He pulled out, kissed her neck, then dropped to his ass, back to the headboard.
She flounced off the bed, and he watched as she flounced to the bathroom, her ass making him rethink his decision that there was no God.
The covers were fucked-up from both their goes. He found an end and pulled it over his lower half, but the way it was, it left a leg exposed.
She flounced back, and probably to irritate him, he liked her naked, she went to his dresser and pulled out a tee.
She tugged it on and told his exposed foot, “I’m getting water. Do you want water?”
“Come here, Hellen.”
She stopped and glowered at his face. “I’ll come back after I get water.”