Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
You fucked up.
You fucked up big time.
Crazy bee lady.
I’m just about at the bathroom when someone grabs my arm and whirls me around.
It’s Laz, looking angry as hell and I can’t blame him.
“What the fuck was that for?” he yells.
A girl coming out of the bathroom gives us a wary glance and hurries along.
“Don’t fucking yell at me!” I yell back at him. “I don’t want to be one of those couples, the fight in public couples.”
He makes a gruff, grunting sound, yanks me toward the bathroom until we’re both locked in the small room.
“I hate to break it to you,” he says, still holding onto my arm, his eyes flaming as he turns around to face me. “But right now, we are one of those couples. This is part of it.”
“Is it? Is this what you do to your girlfriends? Yell at them?”
“No, it isn’t,” he says. “Is this what you do with your dates, get all jealous?”
“I have a right to get jealous. I’m your girlfriend now.”
“But you have no reason. You trust me, don’t you?”
“I do! I said I do. But you have to understand what it looks like. Other girls might think you’re leading them on.” I take in a deep breath, closing my eyes. This bathroom doesn’t smell the best. “Laz, it bothered me okay? If that makes me jealous and crazy, fine. Then you’re just going to have to deal.”
He sighs, long and heavy, and his grip slips down to my hand where he holds my fingers. “Then I’ll deal. Look…” he rubs his lips together, brushes a strand of hair off my face tenderly, “Maybe I have been…flirty…with other women, in the past, and maybe my girlfriends never called me on it because they never really cared. And maybe I did it because I didn’t care. And maybe I didn’t yell at them because I didn’t care enough to. But…I fucking care about you.” He pulls me to him. “I’m sorry I was acting inappropriate. I thought nothing of it and it meant nothing to me but I know it means something to you. I promise I’ll be better. I guess this is where my lessons in love come in, don’t they?”
I stare at him openly. He didn’t quite tell me he loves me but his eyes are wide for a moment, as if he’s said something he shouldn’t have.
God. I don’t want to wait anymore.
“Laz,” I say to him, gathering my fears. “You’re not bad at love. Because I am absolutely, positively in love with you.”
He blinks at me in shock.
“You don’t have to say anything in response,” I say quickly. “I just wanted you to know because it’s too much of a burden to keep it to myself. But I love you. I love you.”
Silence.
Then it’s like he’s an animal unleashed. He’s grabbing my face, lips devouring mine, tongue pushing into my mouth, stroking every pent up desire.
I grab him in kind, my hands in his hair, at the back of his neck while his hands grab my waist, my ass, pinching, groping. We grapple together in a frenzy of heat and lust and something unbelievably real.
I’m pushed back against the dirty, tile wall, pinned there, and I’m his, completely his. My body operates on pure instinct, throwing myself into him with no inhibitions, no caution. It craves him as much as my mind and soul do. As he presses against me, breathing hard and kissing me, messy and wet, I put my hands around his shoulders and relish the lean, taut muscles of his back as I pull him in.
One of his hands is lost in my hair, tugging on it the way I like, and I let out a breathless gasp from the sweet pain. The other is lifting up the hem of my dress, pulling it up around my waist. I’ve stopped wearing underwear these days and he lets out a deep moan that I feel vibrate through me as he explores me with his fingers.
“No knickers,” he murmurs. “Good girl.” He sticks three of his large, long fingers inside me and I clench around them, begging for more.
“Hurry up and fuck me,” I tell him.
He laughs, low and rich, reaching down to lift me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist. I reach down between us and frantically try to undo his belt, to let him loose.
“Hold on, sweet girl,” he says, pulling down his jeans and briefs until his cock bobs freely, so dark and rigid and mine.
He holds himself at my cunt and waits for a few beats. I can feel the heat coming between us, burning into an inferno that will take no prisoners, as he pushes in with one large, hard thrust.
I can’t help the cry that escapes from my lips, and then the soft, “Oh,” as he slowly, agonizingly, pulls himself out, his cock absolutely drenched.