Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
It’s not long before she’s writhing beneath me.
“Please.”
I pull away from her. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Whatever you want, Hellfire.”
“Why do you keep calling me Hellfire?”
“I don’t know your name, but it seems fitting,” I say, discarding my shirt.
“If you only knew how right you were.” She laughs.
Moving off her, I unzip my pants and free my dick from the confines of my briefs.
I look down at her, meeting her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Never been sure about anything in my life.”
I hold her stare. “This is the one time you really need to be. So let me ask you again, are you sure?”
She takes a deep breath. “Yes. About this, I’m sure.”
“Thank fuck.”
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out a condom, rip the foil, and then slide it over my dick.
Running my hand from root to tip, I get myself ready before moving back between her legs.
I align myself with her core and don’t hesitate before I push in.
Just the tip at first, but then her hips angle up, and she takes more of me, signaling she wants me to move.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
I’m not sure if it’s the location or the craziness of the moment, but I can’t get enough of her.
I slide in deeper until I’m fully engulfed in her heat.
“Fucking perfect.” I groan.
“Move,” she orders, and I laugh. “I need more.” She groans.
I give her what she wants, driving my cock into her. My hips rock, and I start to fuck her in earnest. She meets me thrust for thrust, perfectly in sync with every move I make.
She’s close, and I’m just as close.
Her eyes close on a moan, and I watch her closely. Her mouth is agape, and her chest heaves. I lift her shirt and bra, baring one perfect breast to me.
I wish I could take my time with her and devour every inch of this woman. But I can’t. We’re in the middle of a vineyard where anyone could come across us, even at this time of night.
“Harder,” she begs.
As I stare down at her, I can’t help but feel connected to her. A sense of familiarity washes over me. Opposites may attract, but like calls to like. I can see the same brokenness. The same rebellion I feel some days written all over her.
“Please,” she says, and it helps to bring me back to the moment.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit furiously until her body quakes beneath me, and she’s falling over the edge.
Electricity runs through my body at the feeling of her pussy clamping down on my dick. The look on her face as her orgasm crashes over her is a thing of fucking beauty.
“Fuck,” I groan as I fall over the edge with her.
7
JOSIE
The sound of my phone blaring in the distance has me peeking my head out from under the blanket draped over my face.
Ouch.
How much did I drink last night?
Too much, that’s what.
I regret turning the phone back on when I got to my room early this morning.
A smile spreads across my face.
Even though my head pounds, I don’t regret it. Not one minute of it.
That man was delicious and exactly what I needed. Now, I have to face the music of my choices, but at least I’ll have a wonderful memory to get me through the grueling days ahead.
Again, the loud and obnoxious ring from my phone goes off. Whoever is calling will not take no for an answer. That means it’s one person . . . the one person I am not in the mood to speak to right now.
I’m not ready to deal with her. Not when it feels like I just closed my eyes.
On the fourth ring, I push the blanket off my body and grab my phone.
Yep, it’s her, and as much as I don’t want to answer the call, I’m very well aware that if I don’t, she won’t stop annoying me.
I press the button and wait.
“I’d ask where you are, but I know damn well where you are.”
“Hello to you too, Mother.”
“How could you?” Her harsh voice echoes throughout the room.
“You’re going to need to be clearer on what I’m being yelled at for.” Something tells me this will be a long conversation filled with lectures and threats, which means I probably should make myself comfortable.
I prop myself up in my bed, rearranging the pillow behind me.
“You know what I’m talking about. Booking a hotel room. Imagine my surprise when your father texted me last night and told me you never showed up at the party. Then I check my email, and I had a notification from the credit card company that a hotel was paid for on my credit card.”
“Oh yeah, about that—”
“I’m not done speaking, Josie.” She lets out a long, audible breath. “This has to stop.”
“If you’d allow me to speak—”