Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I didn’t read the rest of it before it, too, became a wadded-up ball, squeezed tightly in my fist as I seethed. He’d masturbated while watching her in her window. The sick fucker.
“That’s the one I didn’t want you to read.” Her voice was a raspy whisper.
I couldn’t look at her. Not yet. I was still struggling with remaining calm. There was some territorial beast waking inside me that I didn’t know what to do with.
“Are there more like that?” I asked.
There was a pause, then, “Yes.”
I inhaled sharply through my nose. There was a good chance I was going to break shit or put my fist through a wall. Linc had wanted me to read the letters and see if there was any connection to New Orleans or clues. But so far, all they were doing was making me morph into a crazed animal who wanted to rip off the writer’s head, then throw Montana down and slam my cock into her. Claiming her. Which was not fucking okay. She wasn’t mine, and I didn’t want to claim a female. I wanted variety. Didn’t I?
I wasn’t sure I could read the others.
“Do any talk about a different city or place?”
“No. Just me. Where he saw me that day or how he wanted to do things.”
Yeah, fuck no. I wasn’t reading more of that shit. I turned my head to look at her. Linc wanted to know some other things, but I wasn’t sure I should ask yet.
“What about ex-boyfriends? Any connections to one of them? Someone related to them?”
She scrunched her nose. “No. I can’t think of anyone.”
We sat there, staring at each other for several moments.
“Are you going to read the rest?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
She bit her bottom lip the way I wanted to.
“Did reading the shit he said to you make you wet?” It wasn’t a fair question, but, fuck, it was burning into my skull, demanding I ask.
Her eyes widened with horror. “No. God, no!”
There was some relief, but not enough. “Does he know you’re a virgin? Does he mention it?”
She didn’t say anything, but frowned while she thought. “I think so. But I don’t know how. Because in one letter, he talked about my…um…about how it was special down there and waiting for him.” Her face turned red as she said it.
I shouldn’t have asked that question. Not an answer that was going to help me with this. I took the other letters and tossed them onto the coffee table.
Montana’s eyes went to them, then back to me.
“What about the ex-boyfriend? Did you talk about it with him? I know he wanted to fuck you. How did you keep him from doing it?” I asked as I seethed inwardly at the thought.
“I didn’t want to. We never got there. I…he just wasn’t the right one,” she stammered.
Why did it fucking matter who knew? Who she’d talked to about it? It was her body. She could discuss it with whoever she wanted.
I knew that.
I just didn’t care. I didn’t want anyone knowing.
“Straddle me.” The only thing that could calm me down was touching her.
“W-what?” she stammered.
I slapped the top of my thigh. “Straddle me.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t hesitate. She stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. I could have held out a hand to steady her, but I wanted to watch her do it. Have her climb on me.
Once she was there, I grabbed her hips and pushed her down until my hard cock was wedged against her pussy. She gasped and grabbed my arms.
“You never got yourself off, thinking about the shit he said in those letters?” I demanded as my fingers tightened on her.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Who do you want touching your virgin cunt? Making you come?”
She sucked in a shaky breath and let it out, saying, “You.”
I rocked against her, enjoying the look of pleasure in her eyes. “Just me?” Why was I pushing this? Let it go and mess around until we both got off—that was all I needed to do.
“Yes.” The word was almost a moan as she began to grind her needy little pussy against my rigid length.
She wanted me. Needed me. The fucking animal inside me roared.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pulled it up and over her head. “Fuck, I love these tits,” I told her, grabbing both of them and squeezing.
She began to get frantic as her rubbing brought her closer to her climax. But I wanted it bare when she got off. I liked feeling her juices on my cock.
My hands held her still, and her eyes seemed to plead with me.
“You can grind on my cock to get off, but I want to feel it bare when you do,” I told her. “Go to the bedroom. You can ride me on the bed while I lie there and watch.”