Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“I bet they already do.”
“About me. About you. They’ll think I’m weak.”
“Rafe,” she says, sounding exasperated. “You don’t have to be perfect for them all the time.”
I know she’s right. All my life I’ve tried to set an example. But my brothers are men now, adults in their own right, grown past my influence.
I stop in front of her. She leans back against the car, staring at me with a small, wicked smile. I put my hands on her hips. She doesn’t fight it.
“Say we do this.” My voice is soft as I dip down to kiss her ear.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Yeah?”
“You stay away.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a liability.”
“Rafe—“
I bite her earlobe. “Listen to me for once, damn you.”
“Ouch!”
I nibble her neck to make up for it. “I’m serious. No more risks.”
“I can plan it. I don’t have to be there.”
“Famous last words.”
She tugs back and looks into my face. “Hey. Listen. You want to be partners, don’t you?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Then being partners means letting each other in.”
“But this is my business.”
“I know that, and I defer to your judgement, but you can trust me. You can lean on me too.”
I believe her. Only I want to be her pillar, not the other way around.
I press my lips to hers lightly. It’s meant to be barely more than a brush, but that quickly turns to more. Her mouth opens, our tongues touch, and a flare brightens in my core.
I fist her hair and devour her.
“It has been a stressful day,” I snarl in her ear as I roughly unbutton her jeans. I shove my hand down the front, cupping her pussy. “And if you want to be partners, you can start by helping me relieve some stress.”
“How do you propose I do that?”
“I’m fairly sure you’ve figured it out already.” I click my tongue and bite her chin. “You’re dripping into my palm, you filthy girl.”
“Rafe!”
I smile at the outrage in her voice.
But it’s true. She’s soaking wet. “You’re drenched, you dirty girl. What did it for you? Was it the blood on the floor?”
“No!”
“Oh, baby, are you a sick, twisted girl?”
“Rafe—“
I grab her pussy tighter. She gasps in surprise. “Tell me you’re fucked up, June.”
“Oh god,” she moans. “Please.”
“Say it, you dirty girl. Tell me you’re fucked up. Tell me you like it when my big dick rips into you, spreads you open, and ruins your lovely pussy.”
“That’s too much… can’t remember…” She moans as I grind the heel of my palm into her clit.
“Then just say this. Tell me you’re fucked up.”
“I’m fucked up,” she moans. “Now don’t tease me too much.”
I kiss her hard, hungry and growling as I get her jeans down. I stroke her pussy with my fingers, gliding them inside, grinding them in deep. They slip in like it’s nothing. She’s drenched, so much it’s running down her inner thighs. Fuck, it’s beautiful and I can’t help myself.
I drop to my knees and lick her up.
“Rafe, fuck,” she says, shuddering. I shove her shirt over her lovely tits and squeeze her chest as my mouth sucks her pussy, licking and lapping. I love her taste, her moans, the way her body reacts to every motion.
“You are a twisted, sick girl, baby, and you love it when I ruin you.”
“God, yes, I do,” she gasps, grabbing my hair and grinding against my face. “Fuuuuuck, that’s so good.”
“Selfish—fucking—girl—“ I stand before she can come on my mouth. I kiss her, making her taste her pussy before turning her around, yanking down her jeans the rest of the way, and shoving her panties aside.
“Fuck, if this is my punishment—“
I grab her hair. She arches her back, thinking I’m about to sink inside.
Instead, I spank her ass raw.
Thwack!
“Fuck!” She jerks in shock. “Rafe!”
I spank her two more times. Thwack, thwack. “There you go, you fucked-up girl, you sick, dirty slut, tell me you love that.”
“Fuck.” She shudders, shoulders curling in. “Rafe—“
I graze my cock down her slit. She whimpers, grinding into it, trying to get my tip inside.
I slap her ass again, hard. She cries out in desperation. “Fuck me! Please!”
“You greedy girl. You’re so messy and wet. Look at you, with your ass all pink from getting slapped. You like it, don’t you? Being all wet and needy?”
“I love it,” she groans, looking over her shoulder, hands splayed out on the hood in front of her. “I fucking love it so much.” Her eyes are glassy and she’s not lying. She’s in heaven right now.
It’s too much for me to handle. I can tease for only so long. I grab her hips, taking my prize, my woman and my wife, and I sink my big dick deep into her pussy.
I’m not slow this time. Fuck letting her get used to me.
I want her. I need her. And I’m taking her now.