Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
She stilled, and I had a feeling that she was about to admit defeat.
But, because I liked the game we were playing, I pushed farther into her and whispered, “That all you got? You just gonna give it to me without a fight?” I pulled back and bit her lip, causing her to gasp. “Seems pretty weak to me.”
She cried out and started fighting, punching, kicking and biting.
The feel of her teeth sinking into the meat of my bicep had me pressing farther into her.
Both of our anger and frustration poured into this one, single moment in time.
I’m not sure when the fighting turned into the kissing.
Or when the pushing turned into moving closer.
But at some point it did.
I forced her mouth away from my arm, and I slammed my lips down onto hers.
“Tell me you want this,” I panted when I pulled away.
She seethed. “Fuck you.”
Then she kissed me, yanking my hair to her so hard that my scalp burned.
I kissed her back, my hands going to her thighs as I pried her legs apart farther.
She allowed me to, hooking her legs around my hips and pulling me in closer.
My fingers went to the short-as-fuck shorts she was wearing, and pushed them to the side enough that I could get my fingers to her pussy.
Her wet pussy.
She felt like liquid heat as I sank two fingers deep inside of her.
“So wet,” I said. “Where’s all your fight now, princess?”
She sank her fingernails into the side of my neck on both sides, then pulled back just far enough that she could catch my lip in between her teeth.
With a sharp bite, she drew blood.
I pulled back at the pain, then grinned down at her shadowed face.
I felt the blood welling on my lip when I said, “There she is.”
“Don’t ever call me princess again.” She reared back, and I felt her tiny little fist make contact with my face.
I laughed even as the pain bloomed along my eye.
Before she could say anything else, I pulled back and flipped her, pushing her into the grass on her belly.
She cried out in frustration, but still, her hips came up and she pressed into my cock.
“You want this?” I asked, sitting back and pulling her hips up to meet mine.
She snarled something into the grass and pushed up onto her hands, her ass coming into contact with my engorged cock, barely held in check by my running shorts.
And, knowing an invitation when I felt one, I pulled her shorts down to her knees and shoved my shorts down past my throbbing cock.
Lining my tip up with her entrance, her soaking wet, going to feel so fucking good entrance, I pushed inside.
She cried out, dropping down to her elbows.
I paused, waiting for her to accommodate to my size.
“Okay?” I rasped.
She reached back and clawed at my knees. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m leaving.”
Well, I only needed to be told once.
I fucked her.
I fucked her hard, fast, and raw.
I knew it felt too good.
There was nothing between us.
Neither one of us had any sort of discussion on safety.
Yet, that didn’t seem to matter.
Both of us were too far gone.
She let go of my thigh and went back to her elbows, holding herself steady as I shoved into her over and over again.
She felt so good.
So right.
So…something.
Mine, maybe.
Though, I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself yet.
Instead, I took every ounce of my frustration out on her, pounding into her so hard and fast that I was dizzy with it.
Her cries got louder and her pussy started to pulse.
A grunt left my throat when she clamped down on me hard, her pussy pulsing as her orgasm consumed her.
“Fuck,” I growled.
She mewled as I shoved in deep one last time and let go.
I poured my seed deep into her heat, knowing that the last thing she needed to worry about was a baby, but not finding it in myself to care.
It was only as she started to collapse that I gathered her up against my chest.
We were both covered in dirt, sweat and grass.
I could feel the grittiness on her stomach and chest where my hands were holding her.
Yet, neither one of us seemed to care.
“We can do that anytime.” She paused. “But I’d prefer to do it in a way that we’re not covered in dirt and other things so I don’t have to run home like this.”
“I’ll take you home,” I said as I lifted her up, pulling myself free of her as I did so.
“I need to finish my run,” she disagreed.
As I stood, she hastily yanked up her shorts and righted them on her body.
I wished now more than ever that I had some fuckin’ light to see her.
I’d bet she’d make a great picture.
Memorializing this moment, just like the one earlier, felt important.