Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“I. Don’t. Want. Anyone. Else.” He punctuated each word with a short, hard thrust. I moaned. It was so good. “Are you hearing me?”
I whimpered as he stopped moving again. “Yes. Yes. I hear you. You’re so mean. Fuck me, Alex.” I tried moving on his cock, but he clasped my hip in an unbreakable grip, immobilizing me, speared on his thick cock in simultaneous ecstasy and agony. “Please.”
“I only want you, Ryder,” he whispered against my ear. Shivers ran up and down my spine. “For fuck’s sake, I think about you all damn day. I’m practically useless because I can’t think of anything else.”
Something primal surged in me as I failed again to move on his dick. “Alex, you’re killing me. Please move.”
The maddening sexual control freak ignored my pleas. My ass was stuffed full of his cock. It rippled around the thick intrusion as though goading him into moving. Each second that passed without movement drove me one step closer to madness.
“As sexy as you look when you’re jealous…” he rumbled against my ear, “… I don’t want you getting in some guy’s face. It’s not worth it. They’re not worth it. Your safety and future are too important to risk by starting a fight with a man I’ll never want.”
For whatever reason, I clung to my last thread of pride. “I wasn’t jeal—”
His dark chuckle made my ass clench around his length. “You saying you weren’t ready to rip out that guy’s throat for touching me?”
“Which fucking guy? I caught more than one staring at your ass.”
“Any of them. I will stop any man who tries to touch what’s—”
“Mine?” I held my breath. Please say it.
“Yeah, Ryder,” he whispered against my ear. “I’m yours. I’m so yours I don’t even notice anyone else.”
Oh fuck, those words turned me on even more than his cock in my ass. My dick was creating a puddle on the table beneath me.
“Now admit it?” He flexed his hips in the tiniest undulation imaginable, but the effect flowed through me in a delicious wave of pleasure. That’s it. I couldn’t play the game any longer. I needed more, and I needed it now.
“Okay!” I shouted as he did it again, making my eyes cross. “I was jealous. I wanted to rip his heart out and stomp on it right there. You happy? Now, fuck me, Alex. Put me out of my damn misery and fuck me.”
My words set off something in him, and he snarled behind me. “Yeah, I’m fucking happy,” he said the instant before he attacked without mercy, slamming my ass with brutal force.
I shouted at the intense shock of pleasure. My sweaty palms were no match for his power. I slipped on the third pump of his hips, landing flat on the table in a pool of precum. The cool wood was a balm to my heated cheek, but the cock destroying my ass was pure heaven.
Alex gave me no time to catch my breath, not that I wanted it. He pounded into me like it was his last fuck. I used my trembling leg muscles to power into him each time he plunged. The effect was rough, ball-slapping thrusts that would have sent the table scraping across the polished floor if it weren’t bolted down.
“God, I love fucking this ass,” Alex mumbled with wonder. “Fits so damn tight.”
“Perfect,” I managed around my labored breaths. “Always perfect.”
Alex grunted and yanked my hips back, freeing my cock from its prison between my body and the sloppy table. He wrapped one of those huge hands around my cock in a choking grip and stroked like his life depended on it.
“I can’t hold back,” he said, panting. “Your ass is too good.”
“I’m there. I’m there. I’m the… oh fuck me.” The orgasm ripped through me, unloading my balls with powerful spurts all over the damn table. Just as the climax hit, Alex’s fingers dug into my hips, and he held his cock deep in my ass as he roared out what sounded like a spectacular release.
I smiled as my energy drained away, leaving me a satisfied pile of limp limbs. Just as I was about to drop back to the table in a lake of my mess, strong hands hauled me up beneath my shoulders and spun me around. Before I could react, Alex wound a strong arm around my waist and the other around my neck, hauling me flush against him. Then he stole my lips in a slow, languid kiss that muddled my mind more than any illicit substance. It went on and on, drugging me into a lethargic, blissed-out state as the pleasure of his mouth compounded the potent orgasm.
“Jesus,” I said when we finally broke for air. Our foreheads and noses touched as we shared precious oxygen between us. “That was…” How to even describe it?