Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He reached out like he was trying to find something to grip. He knocked the bottle of oil over, and I grabbed it. We were going to have a hell of a mess to clean up when we were done, but I didn’t fucking care.
“Here.” I moved his good hand so he could reach the side of the counter. Then I grabbed some kitchen towels and shoved them under his other wrist.
“You keep your injured hand still, or I will stop.”
“It’s fine. I’m fine.”
“Do what I said.”
He growled. “Stop being so fucking bossy.”
I pulled out, then thrust hard, shoving deep into him, desperate to feel his ass tight around my cock. He cried out, hips flexing as he tried to pull away from me.
“No, you’re going to take it all.”
“I… Fuck. I need time to adjust.”
“No, you need a good, rough fuck. That’s what you asked for, and that’s what I’m going to give you.” I pulled out again and shoved in deeper.
He was writhing under me, whimpering, groaning, making the most amazing noises, and the way his ass squeezed me was unreal. I needed every inch of me inside of him. I needed him as full as he could get.
Part of me wanted to punish him for being so fucking seductive, for pulling me in, for making me lose my mind. But part of me wanted to give him the deepest, purest pleasure he’d ever experienced.
He arched his back, and I ran my hand down his gorgeous body. “Good?”
“Fuck.”
“Mmm.” I gave him a slow, gentle stroke.
“No. Harder. Like you were.”
“So you do need it rough?”
He groaned as I kept up the slow fucking. “Yes, dammit. Yes. I need… Please.”
“That’s so good. You do know how to beg.” I realized I needed to see him, to watch his face as he surrendered to me. He whimpered when I pulled out. “Turn over.”
“Fuck.” He did as I said, and I pulled his pants off his other foot and helped him up onto the counter. “That’s better. Now, lay back.”
As he did, he clamped his legs around my waist and pulled me to him. “Shut up and fuck me.”
I laughed as I worked into him, slower than before, opening him up until I was all the way inside.
He shook his head and scowled at me. “No. Fuck me.”
“I am.”
“Dammit, Zach. Don’t do this. I need more.”
“Look at me.”
He looked away, but I grabbed his chin and forced the issue. He resisted for a moment, then gave in. “What if I want to torture you?”
“Then leave.”
“Is that what you want?”
“No.”
“Then take what you can get.”
He fought me as I gave him a few agonizingly slow strokes before driving into him and shoving him against the counter.
He cried out, and I took his ass hard, thrusting into him as he clung to my arm with his good hand. I had to hold his hips to keep him from sliding along the counter. He was going to be bruised, but I didn’t fucking care. All I wanted was to watch him come, then fill his ass with my seed and see him ruined by me.
I took hold of his cock, working him up and down, faster and faster. “Oh God. Zach. I…”
“Come for me. Show me how you love this. Show me how you’re my little slut.”
18
RAFE
Iwas so fucking close, but I fought to hold back. I didn’t want to give in to him, didn’t want him to think he could command me to come, but dammit, he could. I was afraid he might be able to make me do anything. He knew exactly what I craved. He hadn’t hesitated to drive me insane, rough one minute, then gentle, totally taking control. He’d known I needed to be made to give in, to be forced to be his slut.
“Not. Yours.” I forced the words out.
“Wait and see.”
He tightened his grip on me, and I lost my fight. Pleasure so intense it screamed through me assaulted me as cum shot from my cock again and again. I shuddered with it, unable to breathe, not sure I could survive. What had he done to me?
“Your turn,” I managed to say when I’d caught my breath. Zach was keeping himself still, staring down at me.
“Yes, it is. I’m going to come deep inside you and make you mine.”
“That’s not… You can’t.”
“I can, and I will.”
Jesus. I’d lost my mind. I was careful, though I was sure my brothers would never guess that. I used protection, and I’d never let a man come in me bare before, but he was right—he could. I wasn’t going to even try to stop him. I wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted him to claim me like that. I wanted to feel his cum running down my thighs.
I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. “Do it, then.”