Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Stick your ass out,” Connor ordered, the words startling me. I hadn’t heard him return.
“You—”
He cut me off immediately. “No talking.”
“Fuck.” The word came out strained. Wrong as this might be, Connor was so fucking sexy like this.
“That’s right, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not going to talk.”
Oh my God. I bit down on my lip to keep the words from slipping out.
I heard the unmistakable click of a bottle of lube opening, and then he pushed two fingers into my ass, thrusting deep, spreading his digits to open me up for what I was sure was going to be a hard, rough fuck.
“I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to take everything I have to give.”
“Please.” I pushed my ass out farther, begging with my body and my words.
His fingers slid from my body, and I heard him rip open a condom packet. I turned my head so I could watch him roll it onto his thick cock. God, how I loved the feel of him in my ass.
He laid a hand at the base of my spine. The contact sizzled along my body, making me groan, then he took his dick in his hand. I let my head hang down as I pressed my hands into the door, bracing myself. He thrust deep, nothing like the gentle push into my body he usually took. He wasn’t letting me doubt that he was going to fuck me, use me, fill my ass. And I wanted it.
“Hard. Don’t stop.”
“Not going to stop.” He pulled out and then drove back in so hard my hands slipped.
He pressed me tightly against the wall and I rose onto my tiptoes so he had the right angle. He drove into me relentlessly until I thought I’d lose my mind. I groaned and whimpered, crying out his name, but he never faltered in his rhythm and didn’t make another sound. Not until he gave an agonized cry, as if the sound had been torn from him. He jerked against me and came.
His orgasm sent me over the edge without even a touch to my dick. My cum shot all over Connor’s door, and I loved that I was leaving my mark there. Even if he kicked me out when we were done, he’d remember me when he looked at that door.
For several long moments after our bodies quieted, we stayed pressed together, gasping for breath. But all too soon, he pulled his cock from my ass. I winced. Just how rough had things gotten? I’d lost all sense of reality for a while. All I’d known was pleasure and the feel and scent of him.
Without saying a word, Connor walked away, his footsteps eerily silent. I pulled up my pants and tucked myself in. I heard him in the bathroom, probably throwing the condom away. What would I say when he came back? I didn’t regret what had just happened. My ass might be sore as hell, but I’d beg him to do it again if I thought he would.
I stood there waiting longer than I thought necessary for him to clean himself up. Then I heard the click of a door. He’d closed himself in his bedroom.
He wasn’t coming back.
I crumbled in on myself, sliding down the door into a puddle on the floor. I rubbed my chest to make sure there wasn’t actually a hole in it where he’d just ripped out my heart.
Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I bit down on my hand so he wouldn’t hear my sobs. I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, pathetically weeping over a man who’d just closed me out as firmly as anyone could. Eventually, I pulled myself to my feet and stumbled out to my car. I sat there, behind the wheel, staring into space like a zombie for another long while before my hands stopped shaking enough that I could drive home without causing an accident.
Connor
I closed the door to my room, forcing myself to be satisfied with the click of it shutting tightly rather than slamming it like I wanted. I sat on the bed and let my head drop into my hands. If I’d had any chance to repair things with Jeremy, I’d sure ruined it now.
When he’d apologized, I’d seen the anguish on his face, but something in me still fought against forgiving him. I’d been stubborn, and I’d been… Fuck, he had to hate me now.
You don’t know that. Go out there and try.
He was still there. I hadn’t heard him leave, but I couldn’t face him—not after the way I’d treated him.
He didn’t protest. You would have stopped if he had. He enjoyed it as much as you did. You’re just trying to find an excuse to keep being a coward.
No. There’s nothing to say now.