Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
And then I felt his thick cock touching the cheeks of my ass as he flattened himself on top of me.
“Don’t struggle, or you’ll find out that I’m far from the man you think I am,” he rasped against the shell of my ear.
Yeah, right.
If I didn’t struggle, this would be nowhere near as fun.
For some reason, I wanted him to prove to me that he could dominate me.
I wanted him to hold me down, and then fuck me so hard that it hurt.
I was mad. Horny. And hungry.
Those three things should never happen at the same time when it came to a woman.
Yet Parker didn’t seem to care that I was any of those three things. He was solely focused on himself and keeping me exactly where he wanted me. Which, if I thought about it, was really hot.
I wanted him to do this.
Badly.
But I didn’t want him to think I was too cooperative.
Meaning I continued to struggle while he had to work to keep me where he wanted me.
While I tried to get away, he tightened his hold, immobilizing me completely, and making me realize just how useless my puny strength was when compared to his.
Then he licked my spine, from between my shoulder blades to the back of my neck, then circled it to run along the curve of my ear.
Once he reached my ear, he tugged on my earlobe with his teeth, causing me to gasp for air.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
I would’ve laughed at the fact that he thought I’d obey him at all, but I couldn’t.
Mostly because I felt his fingers at my pussy, and I couldn’t find the right words to make my brain work.
“Soaked,” he breathed into my ear. “You’re pissed at me, but your pussy doesn’t share the same feelings.”
I grunted and tried to wiggle, but he flattened himself even more to hold me in place, compensating only slightly to allow his arm free range to move.
And suddenly I was no longer empty. I was filled with Parker’s fingers as he whispered dark, dirty things in my ear.
“A man like me shouldn’t want this sweet pussy.”
I didn’t reply.
“I should have stayed far, far away from you.”
I bit my lip to keep my moan in.
“But it’s too late now. You’re mine. Your stubborn, angry, pissed off self will just have to get used to it.”
Then he punctuated that comment by curling his fingers up, which caused everything inside of me to clench on his fingers.
I felt his body leave me, and I started to get my hands up underneath of me, taking advantage.
However, he was ready for the move and reached for both of my hands, pinning them behind me at the small of my back.
I felt the wetness on his fingers from when they had been inside of me on my wrist, and I clenched again on nothing.
“Your pussy is dripping, baby,” he teased, transferring my hands to one of his, and then going back to what he was doing earlier—torturing me.
I swallowed thickly and turned my head on the carpeted floor so I could see him.
His eyes were focused on what he was doing down below, though, and not on me, allowing me to watch him do his thing to me.
And, as if he felt me watching him, he glanced up and caught my eye.
Neither one of us said a thing as he bent his lower half down, and drug his cock up the lips of my sex.
“Fucking. Soaked.”
I swallowed hard.
He repeated the move three more times, coating himself in my wetness, before notching his cock at my entrance.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he slowly sank inside until I couldn’t keep them open anymore.
Every inch that filled me felt like heaven.
He continued to fill me, and I thought he was never going to end.
The eroticism of this position, paired with the anger, was enough to make me ready to detonate with just him filling me.
I felt every single inch of his cock. Every single vein.
I started panting, unable to control the pleasure that was rising up in me like a tidal wave.
Then, with nothing else to do, I started to come.
He didn’t even begin to thrust yet, and I was coming.
That’s when he started to laugh. “That’s all it takes?”
I would’ve flipped him off had I had use of my hands.
I would’ve crawled straight out from under him had he not been holding me in place.
Therefore, I just laid there and took it when he started to fuck me.
Hard.
Fast.
Rougher than anything I’d ever experienced from him before.
And I fucking loved it.
I loved how he took me. I loved how our breathing was ragged. I loved this man—despite him being an ass.
The only thing that was heard after that was the slap of his skin against mine.
His balls hit my clit with each rough thrust and dragged away so deliciously that another orgasm was welling up in me before the first one was completely finished.