Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“Yeah?” I asked, head tilting to the side as her fingers sifted into my hair. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded, leaning in to tease my nose up her thigh. “Can’t give you it if you don’t tell me,” I warned as I pressed a kiss to the triangle above her sex. “You need me to taste your sweet pussy again?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, fingers tightening in my hair.
Her thighs parted for me, and I wasted no time leaning in, running my tongue up her pussy, then teasing little circles around her clit.
Her hips immediately started to rock, riding my face as I worked her.
My fingers slipped inside her, and a groan escaped me, finding her already dripping for me.
“Don’t stop,” Max whimpered, her fingers pulling my hair, her pussy squeezing my fingers.
My cock was aching at the sounds of her begging, enough that I had to reach down with my free hand, grabbing my length and stroking as her moans filled the room. Then, as her whole body trembled and her pussy milked my fingers as she came.
She fell back on the edge of the bed, panting for breath.
Getting to my feet, I kept stroking my cock until her hands rose, slipping behind to sink into my ass, pulling me closer.
“You gonna suck my cock?” I asked, voice rough, as she brushed my hand away to grab me herself.
Then she was leaning closer to tease her tongue over the head, down the bottom of the shaft, over my balls, then back up again before finally—fucking finally—sucking me deep into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, my hand grabbing the back of her head as she started to suck me hard and fast, nearly making me come down her throat before I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, my cock popping out from between her lips as her hungry eyes held my gaze.
“You gonna be a good girl and ride my cock?” I asked, my thumb teasing across her lower lip. “Yeah?” I asked when her head nodded.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
She crawled up the bed as I grabbed and slipped on the condom before joining her.
She didn’t even wait for me to reach for her, just climbed over to straddle me, lifting up, then reaching between us to guide my cock before sliding down.
Her head fell back with a throaty moan as she took me to the base, her pussy tightening automatically, dragging a groan out of me as my hips jerked up instinctively. A gasp escaped Max at that, making me wonder for a split second if I’d hurt her until her hips wiggled, wanting more of it.
“Ride me, sugar,” I demanded, my fingers sinking into her hips.
She didn’t need more encouragement than that.
She didn’t even start slow.
No, she rode me hard and fast, sweat beading up on her skin, her tits bouncing, her moans loud and frequent.
“Love watching you fuck me,” I told her, my hips starting to rock up into her as her own movements began to get more erratic and her pussy tightened around me, getting close. “That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock,” I said as the orgasm moved through her, making her fall forward into me, crying out her release into my neck as my hips kept rocking, dragging it out until she was just dead, trembling weight on top of me.
But I wasn’t done.
Not just yet.
I rolled her onto her back and claimed her lips. Hard. Hungry.
As much as some part of me wanted to give her more slow and sweet, to show her an intimacy that I imagined she’d never felt before. But my own need for release had too much of a grip on me.
So I fucked her how I needed, how I already knew she liked it. Hard and fast. Whispering dirty things in her ear, telling her how good she was taking me.
Until she was tensing again, until her pussy was a vice grip before she started to clutch around me as she came.
Afterward, when I came back from the bathroom, I found she’d already rolled over to the far end of the bed, back to me, ready to slowly erect those damn walls again.
But we were beyond that.
We were working on building something new for both of us.
So I scooted right over there with her, curling my legs up behind hers, my arm over her waist, and my face in her hair.
And that was how we slept.
Until Chuck’s racket woke us up early the next morning.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Max
Waking up in Miko’s arms was like a physical manifestation of that tight, warm sweater sensation I’d been feeling around him more and more.
“What is that?” I grumbled, annoyed at the noises coming from the common area that I had a feeling was going to force us to untangle and climb out of bed.
“That is Chuck,” Miko reminded me as he pressed a kiss to my neck. “Who is hopefully not burning down my apartment,” he added, grumbling as he rolled away from me and got off the other side of the bed.