Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Is that what you’re telling yourself?”
“You wanted to get under my skin. Screw with my head, every chance you could get.”
“Maybe I like doing that, Knox.”
His hand comes down hard on my ass, smacking it with a fresh type of sharp pain.
“Always had such a goddamn problem with me. And you’re finally doing something about it.”
As soon as I provoke him, he pulls nearly all the way out of me, then slams back in harder. Another new type of pain, even better than the last.
He’s fucking me like he owns me now, but I know I own some sliver of him, too.
Because I got to him.
Pushed him over the edge. I hear him mutter under his breath behind me, something about my perfect tight ass, and I’m glad he can’t see me right now because he’d see the sick, satisfied smile on my face as he pounds into me.
I’ve won, too.
His cock is undoubtedly the best cock I’ve ever seen, maybe even the best one in the goddamn world, and he gave it to me when he wouldn’t give it to any other man. Not like this.
“Touch yourself,” he tells me.
When I don’t do it fast enough, he squeezes hard around my neck, thrusting hard into my ass.
While he restricts my air, I focus on every beat of my heart.
The heavy, warm weight of his body above mine.
The way he’s breathing behind me.
Then I realize that he’s not going to stop choking me until I give in. Until I bring one hand up to my cock and inevitably fucking lose it, because I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming.
Oh, God.
I reach forward and wrap my fist around my dick, trailing my fingers through the precum at the tip.
My whole body reacts to the sensation and I shake.
Sev lets his grip go gentle again. “Breathe. Weston, I need you to come for me while I’m inside you.”
“Yes,” I whisper, because I’m already too close and hearing him say it is only taking me closer.
I groan as he changes his angle. Something about it gives him deeper access. He fucks me again and this time his tip is hitting my prostate.
It’s too good.
“Sev.”
“I know, baby. But I’m about to come inside you, and I need you to come with me.”
Stop calling me that.
I want to say it out loud. Demand it.
But every time he says it my cock throbs and I’m pushed closer to the brink. My body is so hot now and I listen to his voice, and I grip my own cock, and I start to stroke it in a steady rhythm.
“Knew you’d beg for me,” he utters.
“Your cock is perfect—”
“And you are so goddamn tight. Come for me.”
His body tenses behind me and I stroke my cock faster, matching his thrusts. An ocean of sensation wells up inside me and all at once, I know I’m past the point of return.
I moan for him as his hand grips my neck tighter one final time.
And then he loses control. I stroke myself in tandem and the wave crashes over me a split second afterward, and I’m gone.
Lost.
In oblivion, with him.
I’ve never come like this before, so completely, and I don’t give a fuck about fighting it anymore. I call out his name as I come, then say it again lower, like a mantra I can’t stop repeating in between curses.
I belong to him in this moment.
Maybe never again, after this.
But I don’t care what that means.
My world is reduced to pure sensation as I begin to catch my breath, coming back down to reality as I slip into total physical calm. Relaxing, for what feels like the first time in far too long.
His hand releases and he drags his palm down my neck and onto my shoulder, then pulls it down the center of my back.
I can barely catch my breath.
He’s still inside me, and he slides out slowly, bit by bit, until he’s gone.
My limbs feel weak and I slide downward, sitting on the floor for a moment, my back leaned up against the edge of my mattress.
His body is on display for me as he walks across the room to discard the condom. I watch his muscles move beneath his tattoos, every inch of ink across his skin feeling forbidden.
I’m dimly aware that this is a stolen moment.
This shouldn’t be happening.
But I take it all in while I can, gazing at his sculpted ass, his broad shoulders, and the intricate, giant, multicolored fox tattoo that stretches across his back. He’s a work of art.
He glances at me for a moment, his gaze raking over my body, still resting here on the floor like I just finished a marathon.
And I’m waiting for the worst.
After the night at the Zenith house, Sev shut down and left as fast as he could after he fucked my mouth. I expect the same here. I sit patiently, waiting for him to go.