Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Heat flashed in her eyes, and that pink tongue slipped out to slick across her bottom lip. “Done and done.” Mischief sparkled in her gaze. Her full lips tilted into a knowing grin. Her grip tightened as she tugged me behind her, shouting farewells and accepting thanks while she kept moving. “Thanks again, Edith, but that whiskey has gone straight to my head.”
“Too bad; I was hoping it was going straight to your legs.” She threw her head back and laughed, shooing us along.
“You are so bad, Edith.” She shook her finger at the woman with a smile, and finally, blessedly, we reached the front doors of the gymnasium. “Good night!” The rest of the community center was unusually quiet, allowing us to get to the parking lot without another interruption.
“Wow, that was super impressive.” I chuckled as she took off at a run, forcing me to catch up to her. “You know, I could just carry you.”
She stopped and spun to face me, shock etched on her face. “Do that, and we definitely won’t make it home.”
“Fuck,” I growled, grabbing her hand and practically yanking her the few blocks until we were on our shared street. “Yours or mine?”
“Whichever is closer,” she answered, her voice low and throaty.
My house was closer by about ten feet, but instead of saying anything, I stopped, threw her over my shoulder, and marched to my place. I squeezed the back of her thigh, which made her groan and squirm against me. “Kayla.”
She rubbed her thighs together and grabbed my ass while I unlocked the door. “What if someone’s watching us?”
“Too bad for them; they only get to see this because I’ve seen you come, and that is one hell of a sight.”
“Charmer,” she grumbled.
I kicked the door shut behind us, and the moment Kayla was on her feet, I stripped her out of her clothes as quickly as possible, maybe even ripping a few shreds of fabric as I pushed her against the door. “Fuck, how are you so beautiful?”
“I think you have what they call whiskey goggles.” She let out a nervous laugh that turned into a hiss when my hands glided up her thighs and over her hips.
“No, fuck that, Doc. You are gorgeous, and this body is amazing.” I heard the awe in my voice as I took in her curves, the exact shade of pink of her nipples, the little dip on the inside of her thigh before the tiniest gap, the way her hips flared out and her waist nipped in to accentuate her curves. “Kayla.”
“Don’t make me wait, Mac. Please.”
“I won’t.” Hell, I couldn’t. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I kissed every inch of her body until we were face to face, my cock pressing against her clit, my teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
She moaned.
My dick twitched against her, and she moaned again.
“Mac, please.”
I pulled back and lined up our bodies before I slid deep in one long, slow stroke. “Fuck.” She was tight and so damn wet my eyes rolled back in my head. “Kayla.”
“So good,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
As if I could. I pulled out and slid in deep, again and again, while Kayla shouted my name and dug her nails deep into my flesh. It was like her body was made special just for my cock, hugging me tight with a steady flow of moisture that made me lose my mind. “Fuck, babe. So, so good.”
Her hips bucked up to match mine, stroke for stroke, faster and faster, greedy and hungry for my cock. For me. I felt the telltale strangling of my cock, the extra flood that dripped between us a moment before she screamed. “Mac, I’m—”
“Yeah, I can feel it. Let go, Kay. Come around my cock. Milk it.”
Her lips parted into a sleepy smile, then her back arched, her heels dug into my ass cheeks, and she flew apart. A million different shards of light flooded her, a steady stream of dirty words flowing from her mouth. “Oh fuck, Mac. Yes!”
The sound of her cries ripped through my body like a perfect icy shot of tequila—hot and sticky all over, stronger and a little bit reckless. Okay, really fucking reckless. I pounded harder. Deeper. Faster. I was a man possessed, my cock plunging as deep as I could get, pushing through the quakes of her first orgasm as it spilled into the second.
“Mac!”
Was there any sound sweeter than hearing your name on a woman’s lips as instinct took over and pleasure shot through her body? Not even a number one hit song.
“Mac,” she cried again before she fell silent. And then the best fucking thing ever happened: my name fell from her lips over and over, a desperate whisper until every last shock and quiver left her body. “Oh, Mac.”