Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
As she stared at him, her eyes grew watery.
“I don’t think I wanna stop it. Christ, baby, I’m so fucked up, but if you can bear with me, I want us to try to be something.”
“Scott,” she whispered, then swallowed as a tear escaped. Every so slightly, she shook her head against him.
His heart sank straight to the floor.
But then she gave him a gorgeous but shaky smile. “Whatever you think I’ve done to you, you’ve done it to me tenfold. Scott, I want you more than anything. You have all of me.”
His throat clogged. Words failed him. They stayed that way for a few more seconds, joined intimately while they did nothing more than share breath and absorb the moment.
But then Olivia’s mouth curved up into an impish grin. She squeezed her pussy around his cock.
He saw stars. “Oh, fuck me.” The need to pound into her came rushing back with startling force.
So he did just that. Widening his legs, he bent his knees, almost making a seat for her to rest on. Her thighs had no choice but to widen. She squeaked as the move shifted him inside her. Then he grabbed her hands off his ass and plastered them to the wall above her head.
“Oh God,” she whispered. A tremor ran through her that he felt in his dick.
He kissed her hard. If his heart stopped right then, it’d have all been worth it for a few seconds spent like this.
Olivia was entirely at Scott’s mercy, pinned to the wall, spread wide, and speared by his cock. Never had she let a man have this much control over her physically. There wasn’t a single thing she could do to stop him if he wanted to hurt her. Yet not a single inkling of fear found its way in—only excitement and anticipation.
And desire.
While his mouth worked hers open and his tongue slid inside to steal her mind, he shifted his hands from her wrists. He interlaced their fingers, holding her arms up in willing surrender. Something about the move had her near tears all over again. Who the hell knew why? He was as deep and connected to her as possible, yet a simple holding of hands got her all mushy inside.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he dragged his dick most of the way out. His grip tightened on her hips one second before he slammed back inside.
Olivia cried out. Her body felt like a live wire, popping and buzzing with electric energy.
Scott fucked her like he’d been pining over her for years, and he’d never get another taste when he knew full well he could have her whenever he wanted.
Over and over, he hammered into her. Her ass hit the wall with every thrust. She tried to keep up and move with him, but her legs were spread so wide, she could do nothing but take the rough fucking.
And she loved every second of it. He dominated her, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every pump. Sweat dampened both their bodies, making them slide along each other. She forgot where she was. Forgot the year. Forgot her own damn name.
Olivia forgot everything beyond the feel of Scott owning her. She’d be happy to live in this moment for the rest of her life. But then, greed took over, and as much as he was giving her, she wanted more. With a whimper, she nipped his chin, then his lower lip. Scott took the hint, kissing her until her head spun.
Tighter and tighter, her center coiled until it felt she’d die if she didn’t get relief.
Or oxygen.
She ripped her mouth away and sucked in air. Scott’s lips found her neck, sucking so hard, the pressure sent a jolt to her core. Those ravenous lips trailed up to her jaw, where he bit. She loved it. Once, Lance had left a small hickey on her neck, and she’d freaked out at him. Now all she wanted was to wear marks left behind by Scott’s mouth. The world needed to know she was his, and he took damn good care of her.
Finally, he released her hands. She immediately wound her arms around his neck and sought his mouth. Somehow, he managed to shove his hands under her shirt and bra. His fingers plucked and tugged at her nipples. Each time, her pussy clenched.
“Jesus Christ,” Scott said. “Fucking hottest, tightest pussy. Heaven.”
Her head spun. Breathing ragged, she could only mewl and moan. Her arms clenched around his neck began to tingle. So did her toes. The buzz traveled up her arms and legs until it met in her center. “Scott!” she yelled. “I’m gonna come.” It’d be big. Huge. What barreled down on her would be a mind-melting orgasm, so enormous, it scared her.
“I got you, baby. Come. All over my cock.”