Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“You’re really selling it to me.”
“Figured if I warned you, then you wouldn’t be able to complain after the fact.” He ran his hands down her back, digging into her tight muscles. “There’s no takesies-backsies. You’ve bought the stallion, now you have to ride him.”
“Hmm. Luckily, I love riding the stallion.” She rocked her hips, pressing her pussy against his dick.
“Bring your pussy up here.”
“Nope.”
“Yes. I want to taste you. Sit on my face.”
“No.”
“Brat. You’re terrible at doing as you’re told,” he informed her.
“Sorry. I’ll try to be more obedient.”
“Good. Now, if you want my dick in your mouth, you’ll have to turn around so I can return the favor.”
She sucked in a breath. But without any protest, she moved around so she was on her hands and knees above him.
“Fuck yes, come to Da-Marcus.” He winced. Stupid saying.
Stupid him.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “You can say Daddy without me losing it. We can talk about him if you want.”
“I don’t. I don’t want to.” Maybe this would be easier if he could be angry at Eliot.
But he wasn’t to blame for this. It wasn’t his fault they’d fallen in love with him. Marcus drew her pussy down to his mouth as she licked along his cock.
Fuck. Yes.
He lost himself in the taste of her. In the noises of pleasure coming from her. Knowing he wouldn’t last long, he lightly slapped her ass.
“Turn around. Fuck me, sweetie.”
She moved so quick she nearly kicked him in the face.
“Oh god! I’m sorry! I nearly hit you.”
He grinned and lightly grabbed her hips, pushing her down onto his dick. “Don’t fret. You’re worth a broken nose and a black eye.”
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
His movements were lazy. Slow and deep. He drew her down to his chest, holding her there as he thrust up into her. He never wanted this to end.
When her orgasm hit her, she clenched down around with a cry, and it was enough to send him over the edge.
“Fuck, sweetie, yes. That feels so damn good.” He thrust inside her a few more times before exhaustion filled him, making the world go hazy.
“This is my happy place. Right here with you.”
“It’s mine too.”
Chapter 26
“Ready for this?” Marcus wrapped his hand around hers as they stood and looked up at the building where she used to live.
They had a moving company coming tomorrow to take any boxes she wanted to keep back to his place. But today they had to go through everything and decide what to keep, throw out, or donate.
“I’m ready.” She was nervous about going back into the apartment even though they’d caught the thief.
“Sure you don’t want to toss it all?” he asked.
“You can’t just keep buying me stuff.”
“Why not?” He pouted. Marcus had wanted to get rid of it all and just buy her everything she needed. She had to rein him in a bit. He seemed to be trying to distract himself from their heartbreak by buying her everything he could possibly think of. Against her protests, he’d turned one of his rooms into a nursery and it now had a gorgeous wooden crib, rocking chair, and changing table. Along with so many outfits, she wouldn’t be able to wear them all.
She had no idea when she’d use the nursery, but it seemed to make him feel better to provide for her. And she’d do anything to wipe the sad look off his face.
They needed to find their rhythm again.
“I’m going to need a job.”
He frowned down at her as they walked to the elevator. “No.”
She sighed. “I need a job.”
“You have one.”
“I thought I was fired.”
“That was before I realized you’d insist on another job, and I don’t want you leaving the house without me. I like the way you do things. I can’t have some stranger in the house.”
No. He wouldn’t do well with that. And they’d probably run the moment he walked around naked. Although he hadn’t done that in a while.
“We can talk about it later. I want to feel like I’m contributing. I don’t need you to buy me everything.”
“But I’m so good at it.”
They reached her door, and she dropped that conversation for another time. She took a deep breath and drew out her key. As soon as they walked inside, she knew something was wrong. It was still a mess. And it smelled musty.
But that wasn’t it.
Nope, the wrong thing was her building manager standing in her bedroom.
With his dick out.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit!” Marcus said. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Her landlord turned, gaping at them. She squeaked at the sight of his cock pointing right at them.
“Put that thing away! You’re going to blind my girl for life.”
“What are you doing here?” he snapped, pulling his pants up and covering up his cock.
“Well, right now, I’m trying not to throw up,” Marcus said. “You disgusting pig. Get out!”