Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
He makes a face.
“I will, however, give you a point for the happy trail.” I screw up my face. “I hate that term.”
“It’s like rebound. Fucking hate that word.”
I grin. “Your shoulders are money.” I drag my finger from the side of his face, down his thick neck, and over his broad muscles to his arms. “Strong muscles mean you can pick me up and have your way with me.”
“I’m here for it.”
“And the cuts on these arms are very nice but these forearms?” I pick up his arm, holding it at the wrist. “This makes me wet.”
“Huh. I’ll keep that info for later.”
Like I’m not always wet for you. “Your back is also complete magic.”
“Do you only like me for my body?”
I pull his boxer briefs down much less smoothly than he did my underwear. “No, I like you for your tongue now too.”
And that. Holy shit.
His cock stands straight up. The shaft is thick, heavy, and the head is smooth.
My pussy clenches looking at it.
“Sit,” I say, tapping the counter again.
He narrows his eyes and grips the base. He makes a point to pump it a couple of times before doing as I asked.
I find a washcloth and run it under warm water. My thighs stick from my orgasm as I make my way back to Maddox.
“Come here,” I say.
He leans forward. I grip the back of his neck to hold him still before I wipe his face with the cloth.
His gaze locks with mine as I clean him. The heat from before is tempered by a sweetness that would make me mushy if I thought about it too much.
I toss the washcloth across the kitchen. It lands in the sink with a thud.
“Look at that. No rebound needed,” I say, winking.
I position myself between his knees. Tapping my fingers up and down his cock, I lean forward to kiss him. He wastes no time cupping my cheeks in his hands and dipping his tongue into my mouth.
I feather the back of my knuckles up and down his shaft before swirling my hand around the top and sliding it over his length.
He groans against my mouth, flexing his hips as I stroke him.
“You like that?” I ask against his lips.
He answers me by kissing me harder.
I bring my free hand to his balls and cup them, stroke them, squeeze them until he growls.
“You are so hard,” I whisper as he kisses his way to my ear. “I really want to just sit on this.”
“Be my guest,” he says, bringing his mouth back to mine.
A bead of pre-cum sticks to my thumb as I roll it over the top. I pull back, ending the kiss much to Maddox’s chagrin, and tremble from the pure heat he shoots at me.
He plants his hands behind him and watches me carefully, as if he’s not sure what to make of me.
I flick the head with the tip of my tongue. His jaw clenches.
“You’re already wanting to come for me,” I say, eyeing another dot glistening at the head of his cock. “Look at that.”
I keep my eyes glued to his as I dart my tongue out and lick his head. He hisses through his teeth.
I kiss the top before sucking the head into my mouth.
“Fuck.” His breath is shaky. “Fucking hell.”
Watching him react to me—what I’m doing to him—makes me feel more powerful than I’ve ever felt. If I can elicit this reaction from Maddox … Damn.
I drag my tongue up and down him, making sure to include the underside. He flexes, shifting his hips as I reach the top.
I take him into my mouth, rolling him around my mouth like a popsicle. He groans and the sound triggers another round of wetness to slip down my legs.
Blowing across the tip, I catch his eye again. “Do you want to come in my mouth, Mad?”
I don’t give him time to answer. I wrap my hand around his shaft, cupping his balls with the other, and take him in as far as I can. Up and down, I pump him while swirling my tongue around his girth.
“If that’s what you want, that’ll do it,” he growls.
Oh, fuck. The sound of him growling his pleasure is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. My body heats, my sex pulsing, begging for attention again.
He leans up, shoving the top of my dress down, and palms my chest in both hands. As I massage his balls, he does the same to my breasts.
I lick and tease, flick and squeeze. Once I find a rhythm that I know he likes, it doesn’t take long to feel him swell.
My mouth waters. Saliva pools around the base. A hint of a saltiness begins to register on my tongue when he grabs my head and stills me. His cock is still in my mouth.