Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“Ask nice,” he whispered. “And by nice, I mean really, really nasty.”
Dammit. Her body hummed and pulsed with a need so sharp she shook from it. But she’d never begged a man in her life and wouldn’t start now. “Hell, no,” she said through clenched teeth.
He chuckled, a dark, slightly ominous sound in her ear. “Oh, baby, that was a mistake.” Then his hands disappeared as did his muscled torso from her back. But it was the slide of his cock, leaving her sex, that had her shouting, “No! What are you doing?” She glanced over her shoulder to see a wicked glittering in his dark eyes.
“I’m still hard as fuck. I’m gonna go finish myself off.”
“Don’t you dare,” she practically growled. Did the man have any idea how sadistic it was to leave her in this state?
He grinned.
Oh yeah, he knew exactly how evil this little plan was.
“No? So what should I do with this big, hard dick?” The condom-covered tip still rested inside her, teasing her with what she couldn’t get enough of.
Fuck it. The need to come outranked her pride. This was a one-and-done anyway. She’d probably never see the man again, so she wouldn’t have to relive the shame of begging him to fuck her. “You should go back to fucking me with it. Hard. Until I’m coming all over… shit!”
He slammed forward. Her eyes crossed as she scrambled to prop herself up and avoid smashing her face into the wall. But Fin solved that problem with a huge hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her down to the mattress. She caught herself, ending up on all fours. He gripped her hips with bruising force, pounding her until her breasts shook and her arms gave out.
Her face and shoulders slumped into the mattress.
“Goddamn, you have an amazing ass,” Fin said as he panted between thrusts.
She tilted her pelvis, arching her back, so he had the best view possible.
He groaned as he squeezed an ass cheek, then slapped it, making her moan rival that of a porn star. He snaked a hand under her body and toyed with her clit.
She detonated like a chest full of dynamite, screaming into the pillow to muffle the sound. Overworked muscles clenched and spasmed, pulsing the pleasure through her and prolonging the orgasm. By the time she collapsed on her stomach, the room spun, and her limbs tingled with lingering bliss.
If only the pageant world could see her now, fucked to near unconscious by a tattooed, pierced sex god with a mohawk.
She chuckled, but it turned into an oomph as Fin’s heavy body landed on her back. His softening cock slipped out of her, leaving a wet trail across her ass. They were hot, sweaty, and dirty.
And she was more content than she’d been since she graduated from the police academy six months ago.
Fin levered himself off her back with a grunt of effort. “That was fucking insane. You’re amazing.”
Eyes closed and cheek pressed into the mattress, she grinned. What woman wouldn’t want to hear those words after a few hours of sex? “You’re okay,” she said, smiling into the pillow.
He laughed. “Bullshit. I’m great, and you know it.”
She giggled, freaking giggled, as he kissed down her spine. If the man thought she could go again, he was out of his damn mind. Her limbs might as well have been overcooked spaghetti noodles—limp and useless.
“I’d kill to lay some ink on this skin,” he said, almost reverently, as he followed his lips’ path with the tips of his fingers. “So smooth and gorgeous.”
“You already fucked me senseless. You don’t have to sweet-talk me now,” she said.
His deep chuckle made her smile. The man oozed charm and charisma. He flopped on his back next to her, throwing an arm across his eyes. Now that the deed was done. And done. And done twice more, she could have gladly drifted off to sleep for the next eight hours. But then she’d wake up next to Fin, and that wasn’t part of the deal.
To ward off an awkward morning attempt at avoiding each other, she forced her fatigued limbs into action. As she sat on the side of the bed searching for her discarded clothes, she could feel Fin’s hot stare on her back. Somehow, she ignored it as she slipped her bra on, then grabbed her tank top. But then his fingers found her spine again, and she had to work not to purr like a contented feline.
“You got some kind of back fetish?” she asked, peeking at him over her shoulder.
Damn, the man was hot as hell. Muscles and ink all over the place. Nipple piercings. Nose piercing. Ear gauges. A few scars. Bad boy paradise. Taking time to learn the details of his body hadn’t exactly been a priority. Getting off took center stage. Exploring, lingering, and playing was for boyfriends, and she hadn’t had one of those in years. They always ended up wanting what her family did. A pretty little doll to dress up and trot out in front of the world. A proper southern woman to bring home to mama, bear children, and keep a sparkling home without ever having too many opinions. More power to the women who wanted that life, but she wasn’t one of them.