Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Because when I next focused on something that wasn’t her tits in a lacy bra, she was walking toward me.
I knew she hadn’t intended to seem as sexy as she was, but she did, and before I could fully think through her being completely dressed, I was bringing her into my body. I made quick work of pushing her jeans down her hips and to the floor.
“Shasha!” she gasped at the quick movement. “What are you…I have to go!”
I pushed her panties aside and thrust two fingers inside of her.
Wet.
Always wet for me.
“Plenty of time,” I mused as I yanked my sweatpants down and fit my cock to her entrance.
She gasped as I pushed inside, the edges of her thong scraping along my dick as I filled her.
“Shasha!” she repeated, her voice breaking. “The door is open!”
“Don’t care,” I said as I started to lift her up and bring her back down on my cock.
She moaned, her teeth coming down onto her bottom lip, and started to ride me.
I groaned. “Fuck, condom.”
When I went to pull her off of me—fuck, we really needed to get her to the doctor to get some birth control in place—she kissed me.
And I might or might not have forgotten what I was going to do until it was too late.
I should’ve stopped.
I told myself to stop.
Hell, her mind was probably screaming at her to stop.
Yet, neither one of us did.
We fucked each other like we were starved.
And when I started to come inside of her right as her head went back to expose the column of her throat, I thought…I want to plant my baby inside of her.
I wanted to tie her to me forever.
I didn’t care about it being too soon.
I didn’t care about how dangerous it would be to bring a child into my world.
I just wanted everything.
With her.
With one final thrust, I pulled her to a stop over the top of me, buried so goddamn deep that she was likely tasting me.
Our foreheads came together, and we panted into each other’s mouths for a long second before she said, “One, I really have to go now. I have to change my panties because there’s no way that they’re not soaked. Two, one of these days, we’re going to get a souvenir from our stupidity. And three, I hope my jeans aren’t wrinkled.”
Her jeans were definitely wrinkled.
She laughed at the look on my face and stood up.
I looked down and watched as my release started to drip down her leg.
Before she could take a step, or my cum could fall to her feet and ruin her shoes, I caught it up with one finger and swiped it up her leg until I could catch most of what’d fallen.
Her eyes went heated as she saw the thick white liquid on my finger.
She licked her lips, and I started to laugh. “If you don’t get the fuck out of here right now, I’m going to bend you over the bed.”
She giggled and raced to the bathroom.
She was out in a few minutes, and the wrinkles were barely noticeable on her clothing.
She hurried to where I was washing my hands in the bathroom, kissed my chin, then raced out of the room.
I showered and dressed in five minutes and met a clearly agitated Lev in my office.
“Sorry.” I shrugged when he gave me an accusing look.
“You know that I don’t like leaving my house,” he grumbled.
“You need to leave your house,” I pointed out. “So I’m doing you a favor.”
“Whatever,” he mumbled as he pulled out his laptop. “I was doing some more research on the Gabriel fellow. I came across this,” he said as he twisted the laptop around. “It’s a porn website.”
“Okay,” I said. “Why are you showing it to me?”
“Because Gabriel Stone has an account,” he said. “And his main content is forcing his wife. Truthfully, I’m sure that the people who own this particular website think it’s fake. But since we know Stone, I’m fairly sure none of it is fake.”
I felt my stomach turn as I watched the first few minutes of a rape.
That was what it was. A rape.
He was forcing his wife to not only have sex with him, but to allow it to be on film.
Anger rose in my belly, and I reached out for my phone and called Cayden.
Cayden answered on the first ring and said, “I’m trying to be careful, goddammit. But this motherfucker…”
“Don’t care how you have to do it, or what kind of attention it’ll bring me. Do it,” I said.
“Why the change of heart?” he asked.
I glanced at Lev and said, “Send that to Cayden’s phone.”
Lev nodded and sent it.
“What the fuck is this?” Cayden asked a few moments later.
I didn’t answer, knowing he’d figure it out eventually.
His breath hissed in, and I knew what he was seeing.