Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Something I instinctively know how to give him.
It’s what I need, too.
I purse my lips, nodding at the brown paper bag. “What is so important that you had to leave at sunrise to go get it?”
“Condoms,” he rasps, his eyes tracing the shape of my sex through my shorts.
Heating me all over. “Oh. I see.”
His poised-to-pounce body language implies exactly what his intentions were when he returned to the room. “I can’t believe you let me do that last night,” he says, hoarse. “I shouldn’t be so greedy. But I need to know what you feel like from the front, Petra. Before I go fucking insane imagining it.”
A whimper sneaks out. “Show me the condoms” I say, sounding more than a little breathless. “I’m surprised you could find ones big enough to fit that horny thing.”
His chest puffs up and down while he takes the stack of boxes out of the brown bag, showing me them in the palm of his hand. “I had to go to three different stores before I could find the right ones.”
“’Super King,’ I say, reading the neon yellow words emblazed across the black packaging. He gulps and cuts a glance to the side, as if talking about his penis is embarrassing, but…secretly, it excites him, doesn’t it? I learned that last night. “Five boxes. Three per box.” I bite my lip. “Do you plan on fucking me fifteen times between now and tomorrow, Barry?”
“I got extra,” he says, in a low, uneven voice, sweat breaking out along his brow. “Because I have a feeling that I’m going to fuck you so hard, a few of them are going to break.”
Lust makes my knees wobble, my balance teetering. Goodness. “If I let you.”
His eyes glaze over. “Yes. If you let me.”
“You cannot let the condom break, Barry,” I whisper.
A line forms between his brows. He studies me, openly curious about my adamant tone. “If one breaks, I’ll pull out and we’ll put on another one.”
“You promise?”
He’s only again locked in on the juncture of my thighs, pupils dilated. “I promise I’ll try.” He stuffs the condoms back in the bag. “Pulling out of you isn’t going to be some easy thing, Petra.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know.”
Those three gruff words make me shiver hotly. “Well…” I not-so-discreetly fan my face. “I’m going for my jog now. I’ll see you back at the—”
“You’re not going anywhere alone dressed like that.” His jaw ticks. “You’re in charge of my dick, princess, and I fucking love it. But that authority only goes so far. I’m in charge of everything else, do you understand me? That includes your safety. And you’re not safe jogging around in a bra. Not even from me.”
Oh boy.
I am vibrating like a plucked chord.
When we first met, he spoke to me like a child. Not anymore.
He’s talking to me like a woman now.
It’s so hot. So raw and unfiltered. I love it.
I love it so much I’m scared to live without it.
I sway closer to him, and he stops breathing, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when I deliver a sharp swat to his erection. “Control yourself.”
He bites off a groan. “Petra, every time I blink, I see you shaking that tight little ass in front of me, telling me I get to fuck it. I don’t know what control means anymore.”
“You better learn,” I manage, dizzy, the crotch of my shorts dampening by the second. I start to back away from him, ignoring the way he shakes his head in warning. “I’m going for a jog. Don’t you dare chase me.” I wheel around, giving him a fluttery wave over my shoulder. “You probably couldn’t catch me, anyway.”
I run for approximately a hundred yards, the soles of my sneakers pounding off the asphalt trail toward the lake, heart hammering in my ears, when I turn around to gauge his reaction. And I find him ripping open one of the condom boxes, securing one of the foil squares between his teeth. Stuffing the brown paper bag in the pocket of his sweatshirt.
Then he breaks after me in a dead run.
“Oh shit,” I squeak, picking up my pace.
I was on the track team in high school, even won a few medals in the hundred-yard dash, but apparently, I’m no match for a Green Beret, because in the space of ten seconds, he’s already gaining on me. I hang a left at the edge of the lake, sprinting along the path between the water’s edge and a wooded area. The sunrise glints off the water, but there is nothing peaceful about the golden rays or the cranes swooping down along the surface.
Not when I can hear his footfalls getting louder.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I chant in a whisper, excitement spreading downward from my belly to my pelvis, tightening bolts of hunger along the way.