Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
God. Who am I?
Drunk, that’s who.
Wolfe’s eyes flash, and he leans in close, growling, “You want to fuck, Kitten?”
“Yes, biker. I do. You’ve made it clear you’re not willing to take one for the team, so let me go back in there, to that gorgeous football man, and let him do all the wicked things to me that I need.”
If I’m not mistaken, I see a flash of something other than rage in Wolfe’s gaze. Jealousy? Surely not. He doesn’t seem like the jealous type. What is it then? Does he see me as a challenge? Something he can control? He doesn’t want to fuck me, but he likes the fact that he can stop me fucking anybody else? Is that it?
“And quite honestly,” I go on. “I’m tired of your torment. You are teasing me and leaving me hanging because you think it’s a game. It’s not a game. I’m so damn sick of everyone treating me the way they do. I’m a person, and if I want to be laid down and ravished like I deserve, then I damn well will be.”
God what is wrong with me.
I should just stop talking.
Alcohol and I really don’t mix.
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he presses his body against mine and takes my chin in his hand, leaning down so close his lips are almost touching mine. Almost. My breath hitches, and I tense all over, praying that this isn’t another one of his little tricks. Getting me to admit how much I want him, then leaving me stranded.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” he murmurs.
“Fuck you.”
“With pleasure.”
His lips close over mine, and it feels as though the whole world stops.
Kissing Wolfe is like stepping into a storm, where everything around you is spinning, intense and electrifying. His lips are firm yet soft, moving with a confidence that sends shockwaves down my spine. The taste of him is intoxicating, a mix of whiskey and something uniquely him, a flavor that lingers and makes me crave more.
His hands are possessive, one cupping my chin, the other pulling me closer, as if he can't get enough. The heat of his body against mine is overwhelming, a fire that spreads through my veins, igniting every nerve ending. I feel his breath, warm and ragged, mingling with mine, creating a rhythm that is both chaotic and perfect.
As his tongue teases mine, a low growl escapes him, vibrating through me, making my knees weak and my body tense with anticipation. It's a kiss that demands everything, a perfect match to him. It's raw, consuming, and utterly addictive, a moment where the world fades away, and all that exists is the two of us, together, my obsession with him scarily strong.
He knows how much I want him, and I do nothing to hide that fact.
It’s daylight out, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that nothing is going to get in my way right now.
Nothing.
“Tell me,” he growls, “do you want foreplay or do you want to be fucked?”
As much as I’d love to stand here and keep kissing him, or feel his fingers inside me, even better, his tongue, I know that isn’t really an option. If we are caught, the chance of him being inside me is that much less, and I’m not willing to give it up.
“You already know the answer to that,” I murmur.
His mouth moves to my neck, and I shiver. “Just wanted to hear you say it.”
“I’m not giving you that satisfaction.”
He chuckles, and my pussy clenches.
Reaching down, he unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down my hips. Nerves swim through me at the thought of getting caught right now, but it’s also weirdly thrilling at the same time. I shove the jeans aside quickly, and Wolfe wastes no time pushing my panties aside and hauling me up onto his hips. God, I’ve always wanted to be fucked like this. Always.
“Do it deep,” I moan when his fingers swipe through my damp flesh. “And hard.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “Dirty girl.”
He doesn’t hesitate a second longer—he reaches for his jeans, jerking them down and freeing his cock.
“Hang onto me,” he growls, shoving a hand into his pocket and producing a condom. “Then roll this on.”
Oh.
My.
I take the condom, and using one hand to hold his shoulder, I rip it open with my teeth, tossing the packet to the ground before placing it over the head of his cock. While I’ve seen it before, I’m still stunned by just how impressive his dick actually is. Hard and thick, the piercing through the end, the veins poking out just enough to make it look dangerous. Gosh, this is going to feel incredible.
I slowly roll the condom down, letting the warmth of his dick brush against my fingers as I drag it, inch by inch, down his length until he’s covered. Then, I meet his blazing gaze and lick my lips. His eyes drop to my lips and he rasps, “Fuck you’re somethin’ else.”