Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Mo, baby,” I pleaded.
“I’m a lot.”
Through the haze, I focused on him and saw the strain, the sweat breaking out, the harshness in his face, the dark hunger in his gaze.
I reached up, grasped onto his thick neck, pulled myself up and stared in his eyes.
“I don’t care, Mo. I want it all.”
He gave me more, not all of him, and again rocked.
“Baby,” I whispered, swinging my feet in so I could dig my heels into his ass.
God, his ass felt good, his cock felt good, the rest of him was just hot.
I needed him inside.
“Lottie, you aren’t helping,” he gritted.
“I’m trying to,” I snapped.
“Baby—”
“Mo.”
“Sweetheart.”
I seized his jaw in both hands. “Mo!”
He stared in my eyes, then dropped to his elbow, and with a powerful surge, I took all of him.
He’d filled me.
I had him.
He was finally all mine.
I arched up into him, the long, low moan from my throat slinking around the room like a cat as I dug my heels in, wrapped my arms as far around him as they could get, and I clutched him tight with my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
And we were off.
He drove into me and I held on.
He moved faster and harder and I held on tighter.
When I started coming, a magnificent occurrence that didn’t take long, I dug my nails in and called his name.
I got his thumb on my clit.
And I went flying, clawing at his skin, wrapping my legs around him so I was holding his ass with my calves, moaning his name over and over like an incantation.
I kept coming and I kept coming and only when the fingers of both my hands found the back of his neck and head and held on did his thumb go away.
But he dug his arm under me and clamped it around my waist to hold me stationary so I could take his thrusts and he didn’t fuck me into the headboard as his deep, fast, hot rhythm went super-charged and my powerhouse lost all control.
Oh yeah.
I liked it like that.
Coming down from my orgasm, I caught his eyes drilling into mine and I felt the rumble in his belly before it grunted out his throat.
His head snapped back, the cords in his neck straining, he slammed his hips into mine, then ground them there, and his grunt became a groan that I would swear shook the lamps on my nightstands.
God, he was spectacular when he came.
Breathtaking.
He did not collapse on me when he came down.
Oh no.
Not Mo.
I knew his climax was big, I saw it, felt it, heard it.
But even if he couldn’t possibly be over it, he rolled so he was on his back, I was on him, and we were still connected.
I rested my cheek on his pec.
He clamped one hand on the side of my neck, one hand on the cheek of my ass.
It was quite a trip, riding the powerful rises and falls of his chest as his breath evened out.
It felt like riding a mountain.
I loved every second.
Eventually, his thumb came out to stroke my jaw.
“We’ll go slower next time,” he murmured.
“Okay,” I murmured back, stroking the smooth valley between pectorals with the backs of my fingers.
“Hawk gave me two days off.”
“I’m calling in sick.”
At first, I didn’t know what was happening. I also didn’t know what I was hearing.
It took a second to realize the quaking of his big body and the deep noises that were tumbling low around the room were indications Mo was chuckling.
It seemed like a very long time since I heard him laugh and I’d never heard his humor come like that.
But hearing it, I wanted to see it.
So I lifted my head and looked down at him.
Face relaxed, sated, eyes soft and warm and aimed down his nose at me.
“You haven’t kissed me,” I whispered.
“I’ve totally kissed you,” he whispered back. “Just not your mouth.”
Oh yeah.
Right.
I smiled at him. “Our first kiss a pussy kiss. I like it.”
His mouth quirked, his eyes dropped to my lips then his arms went around me, and I was on my back with Mo covering me, his lips on mine, his tongue gliding inside.
I made a mew, rounded him with my arms, my legs, and sucked his tongue deeper.
He tasted precisely like I thought Mo would taste and he kissed like I thought Mo would kiss.
Overwhelmingly amazing.
Yeah.
I’d been right.
Every day, little by little, or big by big, I’d be falling deeper in love with this man.
He ended it by running the tip of his tongue along my lower lip then asking, “How’s that?”
It was the best first kiss I ever had.
Except the pussy one.
“I liked that too.”
He smiled at me and stroked my cheekbone with the flat of the nail on his forefinger.
And there was a little bit more.
* * * *
I had both arms forward, hands pressing into the headboard, noises forced out of my mouth through my ongoing orgasm with each thrust I took.