Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 130673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Understatement of the century. She’d already fulfilled every single one of my fantasies by merely existing.
Dylan clutched onto the coat hanger harder, her knuckles whitening. “Just get inside, Rhy. I don’t care if I fart on you—I want my ass fucked.”
Holy shit. Was I falling in love?
I slipped out of her pussy, pressing home into her asshole. I did it gradually but also not so slowly as to make it excruciating. I had no idea what organ my dick was hitting by the time I was fully settled inside her. I just knew it felt like a slice of heaven.
I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, groaning. Nothing in this world was supposed to feel this good.
“How’re you feeling, Cosmos?” I asked groggily. I was going to come as soon as I stopped holding my breath. That was how intense the pleasure was.
“Good. So good,” she purred, wiggling her ass a little, making my balls tickle. “This hits so different. I can’t believe I’ve never tried anal before.”
My eyes snapped open. She’d never tried anal before? I didn’t know why it shocked me. Maybe because Tucker seemed like the kind of asshole who’d want it all. Maybe because she’d been open to it from day one, never voicing any concern. I was prepping her for my size, not the experience itself. Whatever the hell it was, a delicious feeling spread in my bones.
I grabbed her by the waist with both hands and started fucking her ass. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and neither would she—the pleasure was too much—so I took full advantage of our position to extort her.
“Cosmos?”
“Hmm?” she cried, her cheek pressing against the door people were pounding on as I drilled into her again and again.
“I have a job offer for you.”
She grunted in response. I doubted she was of sound mind right now. I knew I wasn’t, considering what was about to leave my mouth.
“Is this really”—pant—“the time?” Pant.
“I want to extend our fiancée-for-hire arrangement for six months at a set price of $100K per month. After the six months are up, we’ll break our engagement and announce it to Bruce. Good for my business. Good for your med school. Good for everyone.”
Other than my bank account, but I needn’t worry about it, now that Bruce had signed the contract.
“I’ll have to think about it.”
Thrust.
“What?”
Thrust.
“I said I’ll have to think about i—”
Thrust.
“No, I heard you fine. I just can’t believe I did. I’m offering you a fucking gold mine here.”
Thrust.
“Don’t let our dynamics in bed fool you, Coltridge. I’m not a charity case. We’re equals. And I’ll decide when and where I want this to end. Now fuck my ass and shut up.”
My thrusts became quicker, jerkier, more punishing. What was she thinking? I was taking all her goddamn problems away, putting her through med school, and she was turning it all down.
My head was a mess, but the rest of my body was pretty clear on where it stood. I shot my load inside her asshole less than a minute after in an orgasm that ripped through me like a hurricane. She came too. We rocked that climax together. I made sure I emptied out inside her, then I rearranged her panties over her asshole and her cunt.
She glanced at me over her shoulder, still scowling. “Aren’t I going to drip from there?”
“Pucker that asshole tight, sweetheart.” I gave her ass a friendly tap. “And if you manage to keep it all in, when we get back, I’ll eat it off you.”
RHYLAND
We wobbled back to the table looking exactly like two people who’d been fucking each other as if the world was ending for the past twenty minutes.
“Where the hell were you?” Row’s eyes followed my every movement from his spot in the booth.
“Rhyland wanted to show me the upstairs facilities.” Cosmos smoothed her hair back from her face, her voice casual. We hadn’t exchanged one word between our fuck and now. We took our seats on opposite corners of the booth.
“Yeah? Did you like the antique billiard table?” Row turned to his sister.
She started at him point-blank, not a muscle in her face moving. “Yeah. I thought the old-school finish to it was a nice touch.”
“Yeah, it’s my favorite too,” Row agreed.
“Right?” She smiled.
“Sure. I love shit that doesn’t exist.”
Silence fell over the table.
Cal’s eyes darted between me and Dylan. “Okay, Dyl, we love you, but this is getting ridiculous.”
“Fine. We didn’t look at the facilities. We were fighting,” Dylan sighed.
“That, I can believe.” Row appeared satisfied. Like he wanted us to not get along. The look Cal gave him showed she knew he was in deep denial. We reeked of sex.
“Your stubborn sister doesn’t want to carry on with this charade for six more months for a hundred K a month.” I gestured to Dylan. “Tell her she’s insane.”