Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
If he struck out, he could easily text a sweet butt to come see to his needs. But right now, he didn’t want a club girl. Fuck that. Everything he wanted tonight was within his reach.
He was damn sure he’d get tired of Maddie sooner than later. That was always the way for him. Normally, one night with any woman was more than enough.
On the rare occasion, a woman might last more than one fuck as long as she didn’t have a damn pie hole that flapped needlessly, and constantly spewed a bunch of bullshit, giving him a headache.
For him to even consider being with a hookup more than once, she had to be top fucking notch. Give him a mouth so skilled it could suck the cum directly from his nuts and a pussy tight enough to cut off the circulation to his dick.
Since Maddie had neither, he didn’t “get” his abnormal obsession with her. Especially since this was the third fucking time they were naked together.
What made his gut twist was the fact he had zero urge to scrape her off. He wasn’t experiencing the choking of an invisible collar around his neck or a cock ring on his dick. The second he felt either tightening the slightest, he was bolting out the door.
But fuck him, right now the urge wasn’t to run, it was to stay.
However, that wasn’t what disturbed him the most about this whole fucking thing. It was the fact he had the urge to possess her. To protect her.
To claim her as his.
For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t even say that was weed talking. He was stone-cold sober. He had to be broken.
Or something.
He’d worry about that shit later. After he fucked her. After he chowed down on that sweet pussy. After he heard his name cross her lips when she came. After he blew his load deep inside her.
Sex was the only reason he should be at her place. Not to give a fuck about what happened at Smith’s after he left.
Her “Something wrong?” detoured him from the path of doom. Thank fuck. Because if he kept traveling down that road, he’d be jerking on his clothes and truly sprinting for the door.
Even before he got to fuck her.
The problem was, if that happened, he’d end up in his own bed obsessing about her all night. He’d also have a chafed dick and blisters on his hand.
Reality wasn’t always better than imagination. But in Maddie’s case, it was. He knew that for sure because he tested that option.
A few times.
“Only fuckin’ thing wrong is that my face ain’t covered in your pussy juices yet.”
A ragged breath slipped from between her parted lips. “Well, we can right that wrong.”
“Sure as fuck can. By you sittin’ on my face.”
“That’s going to be hard to achieve with you standing there. I’m not a gymnast.”
“Easy fuckin’ fix.” It was time to get this party started.
Stepping closer, he wrapped his fingers around the back of her head and pulled her into him for a thorough kiss. One that made her melt against him, because, fuck yeah, he had some damn skills.
When he was done, he rounded the bed and climbed on. Two seconds later, he was sprawled out on his back. “Hop on.”
He smoothed down his beard as he waited for her to follow him onto the bed. It had to be a great mattress since it hardly moved when she climbed on and straddled his head.
His senses went into overload with seeing her perfect little pussy just inches from his face. He caught a whiff of how aroused she was, too. He closed his eyes and inhaled even deeper.
Best fuckin’ perfume ever. It wasn’t fancy or expensive, but definitely his favorite.
Now he needed a little taste.
When he opened his eyes, he met hers for a second before grabbing her hips and pulling her down.
“Am I crushing you?”
His answer was to bury his nose and tongue in her cunt to get the full experience.
Goddamn perfection.
When he alternated fucking her with his tongue and sucking on her plump folds, it didn’t take long before her thighs began to tremble as well as squeeze his head.
When he sucked on her clit, she rocked her hips.
When he blindly reached up, found those hard as fuck nipples, and twisted them, she ground her cunt harder against his mouth.
She could smash that bomb-ass pussy against his face until he passed out from a lack of air, and he wouldn’t give a shit. He’d think he’d died and went to heaven. But as soon as he came to and found himself still on Earth, he’d be ready to chow down again.
Romeo wouldn’t deny it, both oxygen and pussy were a requirement for him to live. After that, everything else needed in life was a distant second.