Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“No, Quinton, there’s nothing going on. Is it a crime for me to want to escape all the snide comments and hateful looks by going there?”
“Not really.” I can tell this is going nowhere fast. Aspen is a vault right now, her emotions and secrets bottled up tight, and unfortunately, I don’t have the damn unlock code yet. I stare at the wrench in my hand. I guess I’ll have to resort to something a little more drastic to get the answers I want.
“I’m not hiding anything. I’m just using the library for what it’s supposed to be used for, studying.”
I toss the wrench down, my frustration toward the damn sink mounting. That, combined with Aspen’s attitude this morning, has my temper flaring. I’m wasting my damn time with her right now by trying to fix this thing.
“I can’t fix it.”
“Okay, but I really do need a sink.”
“I know. I’ll have someone fix it for you.” I push off the floor, the bathroom suddenly smaller with both of us in it. My gaze sweeps the space, and I see the clothes she must’ve washed last night hanging off the side of the tub. Bingo. “I’ll take your clothes and wash them with mine. No one will know the difference.”
“They’re going to know the difference, Quinton. My clothes are for a woman, and yours are not.”
I pin her with a glare. “Clothes are clothes. Now, do you want me to wash them for you, or would you like to continue washing them in the shower?”
“No. I’d appreciate you doing this. What do you want in return? I’m sure this comes with a price.”
I nod and smirk. “I want my hour now.”
“Seriously? It’s five in the morning.”
I shrug. “I don’t care. I’m hungry, and you’re on the menu. Now hurry up before I change my mind.”
She gives me a wary look before reluctantly agreeing. “Fine, but I want my sink fixed too.”
She needs me, probably more than I need her, but I’m not going to tell her that. I don’t want to rub it in her face. At least not today.
“I’ll get it fixed. Now, go get on the bed. On all fours.”
With a huff, she scurries out of the bathroom, stripping out of her clothing when she reaches the bed. I watch like a lion stalking its prey as her creamy-white ass jiggles when she climbs up onto the bed. Once on her knees, she spreads her legs ever so slightly, and I catch a glimpse of her pretty pink pussy.
“You act like you don’t want me, but we both know you do. You want me even when you hate me, and that’s okay because I feel the same way about you.”
Like always, when it comes to Aspen, my cock grows to steel, and I’m hard as hell in a second.
Pushing my shorts down my legs, I slip out of my shoes and crawl up onto the bed, which squeaks with our combined weight. I take another moment to gaze at her in this position. It really is perfect.
“Are you going to fuck me or just stare at me?” Her sassy tone makes me want her more. It makes me want to fuck her hard enough that she can’t get a single word out of that troubled mouth of hers.
Pulling my hand back, I land a slap against her ass cheek, my tongue darting out over my bottom lip as I watch it jiggle.
“I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want because, for one hour, you’re mine. Mine to fuck, torment, and tease… Do you understand?” I slap her ass again, a little harder, and she lets out a groan instead of a response.
I massage each globe and then slap them both, enjoying the way her ass sways every time I slap it. She presses her forehead into the mattress, opening her legs a little wider. My finger trails down her ass, and I delve into her pussy, sinking two digits inside her channel. She’s already wet and presses back against my fingers, chasing her own release.
“Fuck yourself on my hand,” I order.
Her entire body freezes for a moment, and then she does exactly what I told her to do. Moving back and forth, she fucks my hand with slow strokes, almost teasing herself. Mesmerized, I watch as my fingers disappear and reappear as she goes back and forth.
My cock leaks precum from the tip, and I’m so turned on, I want to pull my fingers free and sink inside her right now, but I let her continue, watching as she works herself on my fingers. Her breath becomes ragged, and she starts to move, bouncing against my hand.
“As badly as I want to watch you bring yourself to orgasm, I want to feel you squeezing my cock instead of my fingers.”