Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖

Matt

First we race around the track, and then I get out on the highway, intending to take the girl far away. Her happy squeal makes me smile, and the hot body pressed against my back makes me want to take my eyes off the road. It makes me want to stop and pull her onto my lap. Suck her in on my lips, and then make her squeal again, but this time from the way I'll be thrusting her desirable thighs against me.

In general, I rarely want any particular chick. Most of the time I just want sex, and it doesn't really matter who will give it to me. The main thing is to be liberated and be able to work her mouth well. And of course, with a pretty face.

Rie fits into all the categories, and the fact that none of the guys have ever managed to get her down, makes this person a sweet target number one for me.

About two kilometers away from the track, I stop, pulling off the road. I see from the side as Marina spreads her arms out to her sides and throws her head up to the night sky.

"It's such an adrenaline rush" She admires, looking at the stars, "it's as if I were flying above the ground."

I take off my helmet, getting ready to quell the expected riot, and turn around to face her.

"I'm glad I could make it worth your while, Rie! "

The girl sharply lowers her eyes, where a storm is brewing in a split second.

"You? "

"Surpriiiise! "

I grin widely, enjoying the moment. Green eyes slid over my face in disbelief.

"Where's Liam? "

"I have no idea. The main thing is that I'm here. With me you will be more fun. "

Marina, realizing the situation, folds her arms across her chest, forcing me to demonstratively lick my lips. The top is too tight and intended precisely for the chicks to stare at, swallowing drool. Which I'm not embarrassed to do.

"Turn around, the walk is over! " She demands, lifting my chin with her finger and forcing me away from the view of her breasts.

Wow. She's not afraid to give me orders either. This is getting more interesting by the minute.

I put the bike on the footrest and stand up so I can face her. Rhee's chin jumps. She's watching my every move intently. She's tense, like she's getting ready to fight off an attack.

I light a cigarette. A red light flashes in the middle of the night. The girl's face lights up for a moment with the small flame from the lighter, and allows me to see her gaze on me. I wonder what she's thinking about? Judging by the look, something unflattering.

"The walk is just beginning," I say, putting the lighter in my pocket, "Where did you come from, anyway? Haven't seen you before. "

"And you finally decided to make an acquaintance? " The rebel snorts, watching the smoke from my mouth. "I wondered if you were interested in something other than sex. "

"No" I honestly admit, "I don't really care who you are or where you're from, I'm more interested for general development. "

"For general development you should read Haruki Murakami. "The Norwegian Forest" is very much praised."

My lips stretch into a sneer.

"I do not like to read. "

"Well, you should! "

"Although, if you ask me, he could have put more sex scenes in the book."

Even in the dark, I can see Marina's eyes widen in surprise. Yes, I have something to surprise the playful prude besides a big dick. They made me read this book and several others from the list about finding myself in the clinic, and then discuss and draw some lessons for myself. Just all of it is total bullshit. My life has taught me a lesson that I will remember for the rest of my life.

When I think about the doctors paid by my father, who only pretended to care about people like me, it makes me sick. They tried to teach me. Fucking psychologists. Telling me about the values of life and trying to dig up the moment in my memory when I had a break.  It's like I don't know the exact moment I fell out of reality.  I remember to the millisecond exactly how it happened. The moment of the fracture of consciousness and the crunching of bones, whether mine or my sister's, never left my memory. I shake my head, pushing the memories away, and toss out my cigarette.

"But we're not in a book," I say, stepping right up to the girl, "In life, we can fuck a lot more often. We can fuck on every page. "

I put my hands on her thin waist and run my tongue down her neck, tasting it. It's not bitter.

She doesn't use perfume. Skin is a little tart and cool after a night race. Definitely, delicious.

The hot body instantly tenses under my palms.

"Relax, Rie, you'll love it," I promise, pulling down the lock on her top. Lust flares up in my groin, and my palms tingle where I touch the soft skin. I put my hand over her small breasts, feeling the hard nipple beneath my fingers. I'm just about to pull the bra down when a little tramp suddenly slaps my hand hard and leads her shoulder so that it grazes my chin, making my jaw clack with a clang, banging into each other.

The stars scatter before my eyes from the force of the blow. I'm not fucking around. I grab the girl by the throat and pull her roughly off the bike. The savage starts to twist, clawing at the ground with her boot toes and digging her sharp fingernails into my hand. "Oh, bitch.

"Relax, you savage! " I growl, squeezing her thin throat harder.

"Let me go, you bastard! " The fury hisses, driving her short but sharp fingernails even harder into my skin.

I could see the drops of blood on my wrist. I start to get all horny and want to bend her over the bike and fuck her good, without any foreplay. I've never been so turned on by confrontation. And the way she fights for herself, real rather than fake, clouds my mind.

And then something happens that I never expected from such a petite bitch. She pulls out a knife from somewhere and puts it to my throat. The cold blade digs into my skin, and judging by the stinging sensation in the area, she's ripped it open.