Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 78576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I hold out my hand to stop him again. “David, trust me. I think nothing. I am not harboring any hopes on any of this. Believe me, I know better. Just because all of my siblings have snagged a Steel doesn’t mean I have any hopes of doing the same. I like having sex with you. We have good chemistry in bed, and it doesn’t have to be anything more than that. I have absolutely no expectations.”
He smiles then.
Fucking smiles!
“What the hell, Dave? You think that’s funny?”
“No, of course not. I’m smiling because…”
“Why? Spit it out.”
“I’m smiling because I was going to say that I don’t want you to think that I’m using you as an escape. Because that’s not what this is about. If I wanted an escape, I could go back down to the bar and pick up one of the two French women who came on to me before Jesse arrived. One was actually named Gigi. Can you believe that?”
I gulp. “What was the other’s name?”
“Simone.”
“And were they beautiful?”
“Yes, both blond and both beautiful.”
I gulp again. Blond and beautiful, so why would he want my plain brown hair?
He shrugs and continues. “But I’m not there. If all I wanted was to sink my cock into a willing pussy, I could be doing it, Maddie. So if I go to bed with you tonight, it’s not just an escape.”
I open my mouth to reply, but nothing emerges.
In truth, I don’t know what to say. I’m glad that it’s not some escape. But he could mean that he’s just seeking solace in the arms—and body—of a friend. A person who understands what he’s been through tonight.
Maybe that’s how I should think about this as well.
I purse my lips. “So you’re saying I’m more than just a fuck.”
“Absolutely,” he says. “You’re more than just a fuck.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t.
He’s not in love with me, and if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not in love with him either. I’m infatuated, for sure. He’s gorgeous, funny—usually—and a Steel. Who wouldn’t be infatuated?
And he knows his way around my body.
Of course, he’s a Rake-a-teer. He’s fucked countless women, so he knows how to learn any woman’s body quickly.
But at this moment, tonight—technically tomorrow morning already—I can’t bring myself to care.
“Let’s go to bed.” I flick the lights off. “I could use a good, hard fuck, Dave. I think we both could. And you know what?”
“What?” he asks.
“I don’t care if it is an escape for you, because that’s what it is for me.”
Chapter Seven
Dave
I walk in, following Maddie.
My cock is already hard as a rock just thinking about her.
The sex we had was amazing. Probably the best I’ve ever had.
I’m not really looking for a relationship, and it’s certainly nothing we’ve talked about, but looking your morality in the face makes you think about things differently.
She gets on the bed.
I follow her, leaning over, looking down into her eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful.” I pull off her lounge pants, peer at her perfect pussy.
There are no lights on in the room, but our eyes have adjusted, and I can see her perfectly.
I pull off my shirt, hover over her, kiss her.
Our lips link together. I move my hands over her gorgeous breasts and then between her succulent thighs.
We kiss for several minutes, our tongues tangling, and then I slide her T-shirt up, exposing her luscious tits. I hold on to one breast, squeezing it, tugging on her nipple while I continue to kiss her.
Then I move my mouth down, over her neck, trailing kisses until I get to her nipple, sucking it, swirling my tongue around it, kissing it.
She moans above me, and I can’t take it anymore. I need her. Need to look at her pussy, touch her clit.
I spread her legs, gaze at her full pink lips, at her glistening juices.
I slide my tongue through her folds and then wrap my mouth around her clit, sucking lightly.
“Oh my God…” she sighs.
I tease her clit with my fingers and then replace them with my mouth again, sucking gently, nibbling slightly.
Her hips undulate, and I reach forward, grab one of her breasts again.
I glide my fingers over her nipple, teasing, tugging it, pinching it lightly, as I continue to suck on her pussy.
“God yes,” she says. “Put your finger in me, Dave. Please.”
I slide not one but two fingers inside her sweet pussy, fingering her, finding her spongy spot, making her squirm.
And then I lick her clit again.
She tastes like magic. Like everything good in the world. About how easy it is to forget.
She lifts her hips, and I continue to slide my fingers in and out of her.
“You taste so good,” I say. “God, like candy.”
“Yes,” she says. “Suck me. Finger me. It all feels so good.”
I clamp my lips over her pussy again, suck her clit, and then I remove my fingers and replace them with my tongue, probing her sweetness, tasting the inside of her.