Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
She straddles me, using her hands on my chest to push me back onto the bed. I allow it, though all I want in this moment is to touch her. To trace the pink flush of anger across her skin with my mouth. To hear her whispered threats as I plunge into her. I truly am twisted for this woman.
Tink presses her hips down against mine, and I barely stifle a curse at how wet she is. I catch her thighs. Not trying to still her. Just enjoying whatever the fuck she’s up to. “Someone likes fighting just as much as I do.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Whatever you say, beautiful girl.”
Her nails prick my chest. “Stop being so fucking agreeable, Jameson!”
I shift my grip to her hips and catch her gaze. I let all the charm and bullshit fall away, leaving only me. My voice gains a growl. “Stop teasing me, and get on my cock, Tink.”
She reaches between us and fists my cock. “I’m only doing this because I want to, not because you told me to.”
“Bullshit. You get off on obeying my commands as much I get off on giving them to you.” I lean up and kiss her. A hot, brief tangling of tongues. I set my teeth against her bottom lip, and she shivers against me. “Ride my cock, beautiful girl. Fuck me like you’re mad at me.”
“I am mad at you.”
“Then do as you’re told.”
She slams down on me, and we both freeze. She’s hot and tight, and it’s everything I can do to hold still and not drive up into her. Tink doesn’t take long to find her footing, though. She grinds down on me and then begins to move, rolling her hips in a way that damn near makes my eyes cross. “Yeah, just like that.”
Tink bares her teeth at me. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
She curses long and hard and snags the back of my neck to pull me up to her breasts. I don’t need a single fucking word of encouragement. I palm her, pressing her breasts together so I can suck one nipple and then the other. I use the flat of my tongue to touch her in a way that has her hips jerking against mine. So I do it again.
“Don’t stop.” She digs her fingers into my hair, holding me to her. She keeps fucking me, intent on her pleasure. Selfish girl. I love it.
Despite my best efforts, I can’t keep still. I thrust up as she descends, and she moans, low and throaty. It doesn’t take us long to find our rhythm. But then, I’ve always moved with Tink as if we were meant for each other. “Touch yourself.”
“Fuck off.” But she shifts back enough to slide a hand down her soft stomach and finger her clit. Her pussy clenches around me, and it’s everything I can do to hold myself back from the edge.
Tink’s gaze is so hot, I have the distant thought that it might actually set me aflame. Her strokes become slower, working my cock over that one spot inside her as she circles her clit. When she comes, it’s hard enough to bow her back. “Jameson.”
My name on her lips.
I’ll never get enough of it. Not as long as I live. It’s the only time Tink ever sounds sweet.
I grip her hips and pound into her, chasing my own release. “Tell me where you want it.”
Her smile goes wicked. “All over me.”
I roll us and take up a position between her thighs. She’s gone soft and limp with pleasure, and the sight of her spread out for me is enough to blast through the last of my self-control. I yank out of her and fist my cock, stroking hard as my orgasm bears down on me. I come all over her pussy, making even more a mess of her. She shivers and moans, and I grin. “Dirty little cum slut.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“Neither am I.” I drag my fingers through my mess and circle her clit. Then I push two fingers deep. “Mine.”
“No.”
I shrug. “Admit it or not, Tink. You belong to me.” I slowly pump my fingers, enjoying the way her thighs relax and fall wide. “And I belong to you.”
“You can’t just say shit like that,” she whispers.
“Mmm.” I press my thumb to her clit. “I think you’ll find that I do whatever the hell I want.”
Tink sucks in a breath. “Shit, we didn’t use a condom.” She props herself up on her elbows as I go still. “I’m sorry.”
I can’t quite make myself withdraw my fingers, but I stop fucking her with them. “I was tested recently and haven’t been with anyone since.”
She presses her lips together. “I, uh, I’ve been tested, too. And I’m on birth control.”
Relief courses through me, but she’s still frowning, so I fight not to let it show. “We can keep using condoms. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” I start to move back.