Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Sable is wearing a short crimson skirt that shows off her incredible legs and some kind of shirt that looks like it was made out of two scarfs crisscrossing her tits.
She looks fabulous.
Anger and jealousy shoot through me, followed by the urge to lay Kane out as he flashes a grin at her.
She catches my eye like she’s just waiting for me to explode.
But I don’t. I can’t.
I turn and walk out back to the car, hop in, and drive off. Fuck that. I’m not about playing games.
Fuck it. I’ll go to the gym. We’ve got a private one at home, but I don’t feel like being there now. I take a hard left, blowing through a red light, and that’s when something flashes in my rear view.
I glance up and see a black SUV following me.
Sable.
My knuckles whiten on the wheel, and my heartbeat surges wildly as I yank the car over onto the side of the road.
Sable screeches to a halt behind me, and we both leap out at the same time, striding toward each other like we’re about to swing.
“Where the hell are you going?” she shouts, her voice shrill and biting.
I shrug right back at her. “The gym. What’s it to you?”
She closes in on me, and for a brief second, I think she really is going to hit me. But she stops and glares right into my eyes.
“So that’s why you left?”
My lips twist into a smile. “What are you suggesting?” I ask her. “You saying I’m jealous of you talking to Kane?”
“You saying you’re not?”
“Hey, you’re the one who said no feelings,” I reply, throwing her words back at her.
Sable’s lips part, and her expression shifts, like I just hit her with something she didn’t see coming.
She just stands there, gawking at me like she’s been hit by a meteor. It goes on for so long that eventually I just turn my back on her and go back to my car. Just as I’m sliding in, I hear her steps behind me.
I turn and look just as she throws herself onto my lap. She grabs my face and kisses me hungrily, like she might just die if our lips don’t touch.
My cock hardens as I slide my hands up her skirt and grab her ass. No panties. What a dirty little girl. She wants this. And I’m going to give it to her.
All the blood rushes from my brain to my cock, leaving me lightheaded as I hungrily knead the soft flesh of her thighs.
She’s not wearing any panties and is already dripping all over my legs.
“You want to be my little slut?” I ask her, pulling my cock from my pants. She nods, pressing her forehead against mine. I can hear her breaths, short and taut, as she starts grinding against me.
My hands move up her perfect curves, and I pull the fabric of her shirt aside, exposing her breasts.
Beautiful.
I’d spend hours going over every inch of her body, but I don’t have the patience for that right now.
I need to be inside her. I need to make her mine.
Using one hand to guide her hips, I pull her close so she’s straddling me, my cock pressed against her tiny, wet hole.
“Ryker,” she starts to stammer, but I cut her off.
“It’s okay, princess. You’re a virgin. I know.”
Her adorable little lips quiver as her eyes widen. “And…you’re okay with that?”
I almost laugh as I lean in and kiss her. “Well, it definitely doesn’t scare me away.”
It’s not clear if she fully processes my joke, but that’s fine. Her eyes blaze as I pull her down on my cock.
Her tight ass wiggles as her hole spreads open for me, accepting the tip of my beating hard-on. I feel her stretch around my girth and can’t stop my smile as I make my claim.
“How’s that feel, princess? You like your hole being stretched open by my cock?”
She nods, and a sense of pride blooms within me. Snatching a fistful of her hair, I pull her lips to mine and kiss her deep, pressing my tongue to hers like a hungry man.
My heart slams against my ribs as I run my hands up her chest and grab her tits, massaging them slowly and sensually.
With each thrust, I hear a little muffled squeak from her core, as her moans are muffled by my kisses.
I should be fucking her hard, using her pussy for my pleasure. After all, this is a sex-only arrangement, right?
But I can’t.
I grind into her, rutting deep with long, deliberate thrusts.
What’s wrong with me? This is not how I fuck women. This is just sex, right? Then why am I possessed—captured by her beauty?
Just hearing her moan last time while I licked her clit had me soaring.
I pull back, breaking our kiss, and stare deeply into her eyes. All thought leaves my mind, and my hands scour every inch of her body.