Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He laughed at my expression. “Come here.”
I stepped into him, reaching forward and taking him into my hand. He grunted at the first feel of me. But his hands moved into my hair. They were pulling the tangled mess of Hollywood platinum-blonde hair up into a makeshift ponytail. He had control with all of that in his hands.
“Lean over the couch arm.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’d have you suck me off, English, because fuck knows that I want to see it sinking in and out of that goddamn mouth that yells at me,” he said, pulling my hair back so I had to look at him. “But I want to fuck you. Right now. So, bend over the fucking couch.”
I bit my lip. The bastard. I wanted to argue. But we were a bit past arguing.
I didn’t recognize the person who did what she was told. I was so used to issuing orders, expecting people to do what I said, that I couldn’t even believe I was following his as I turned and bent forward at the waist over the arm of the couch.
My ass was high up in the air. He still had a tight grip on my hair. So tight that my head was pulled back, making my back arch and giving him an even better view of my ass.
“Just like that,” he said and then released my hair to fan around my head.
His hands roamed my ass, getting to know it like he’d done with my breasts. He slapped his hand against one ass cheek.
I yelped and glared back at him. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
He smacked the other cheek as he reached for the condom and rolled it on. “Whatever you want, babe. But you’re mine right now.”
I ground my teeth at his words. His filthy words. I hated him as much as I wanted him right now. It made no sense. None. And yet, I couldn’t stop the want. The way he silenced everything else. All the voices in my head went perfectly still. Even as he slapped his open palm against my bottom, making it sting. Even as I was bent over, head down, ass up, with him ready to fuck me like I’d never been fucked.
Then he gripped my hips as he aligned his cock with my opening. I tensed just a moment, but he laid a hand along the small of my back. And everything released again. With no warning, he thrust deep into me.
I gasped as he hit into me as hard and fast as he could. No coaxing, just his cock deep into my pussy. If I wasn’t so warmed up from him going down on me, he definitely would have stretched me past the point of pleasure. Instead, he filled me up, almost to bursting, and still, I pushed my ass harder against him, desperate for more.
“Like that?” he asked and then pulled back and slammed back down onto me.
“Oh god,” I cried out. “Court, please…”
“Harder?”
I whimpered as he did it without waiting for my answer. I wanted it just like this. I wanted it punishing. I wanted him to impale me until there was nothing left of me but that point in my body where he drove into me. I wanted to forget why I was mad. Forget everything.
He grunted once behind me. His fingers dug deep into my hips as he pinned me to the couch with his cock. The only sound was our bodies smacking together. A thin layer of sweat beaded my skin. And though tears tinted my lashes, I didn’t know if it was the pain of him fucking me as hard and fast as animals…or the release of all the emotions from the last week.
But it didn’t matter. Another orgasm gradually began to build in my core. I couldn’t believe it came on slowly, considering he fucked me relentlessly. Taking out his anger on me as much as I was taking it out on him. Maybe we were both using each other. I couldn’t even think of the implications of that.
“Close…close,” I got out.
“Me too,” he cried.
I dug into the couch cushion and screamed into it as he drove deeper and deeper, rocking my body forward with each thrust. And then it hit me. Like a tidal wave, dragging me under through the current and battering my limp body around with the force of the momentum.
My climax triggered his. He drove into me one more time and then cried out. I could feel his release inside of me, and then everything began to go fuzzy at the edges. As if I was close to a blackout at any moment.
After a minute of heavy breathing, Court gently pulled out of me and walked to the bathroom. Look at him, being gentle now that he was done punishing my body with his cock.