Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 142866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” she pants, fumbling with the dress to shove it down and over her hips. “Mav, please.”
The dress pools around her ankles and only the sexy shapewear remains. It’s black and shiny, clinging like a second skin to her hips and thighs. I tug it down over the lush curve of her ass until it joins the dress in a heap at her feet.
I wasn’t prepared to see her fully naked, but she stands before me in nothing but her stilettos, thick and firm and luminous, the overhead lights kissing her brown skin. She is statuesque glamour stacked into a brickhouse body. Smooth, supple, generous curves accessorized with complete confidence. She stands in the light letting me look my fill. No squirming and shifting. Just tall and proud. It forces me to my knees.
I pull one long leg over my shoulder and take her in for the first time. Her pussy is bare and slick, glistening. As soon as I touch the bundle of nerves, she gasps and tosses her head back to thump against the wall.
“Mav,” she moans, rolling her hips and twisting her pretty face with desperation. “Come on now. Stop playing.”
I blow across her, and chuckle when she tries to nudge my face toward her.
“You not gon’ rush me, Hendrix. I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you.”
She stares down at me and a frown puckers her sleek brows. “What?”
“Yes,” I affirm, running my palm down the smooth skin of her leg, squeezing the plump softness. “As soon as and ever since.”
I give us what we both crave, spreading her open and burying my face between her legs. She’s whimpering and twisting in my hands, but I hold her still so I can get it exactly the way I want it. She clutches my head, forcing me deeper in and I gladly go, thrusting my tongue inside of her. Pushing two fingers and then three inside, and never letting up.
“Ahhh. You gotta… I need…” She thrashes her head against the wall, the long hair tumbling around her shoulders. “Mav, damn.”
I feel her release before I taste it. The tremor in her leg as it almost buckles. The way her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging until it hurts. I want to taste her forever.
She pants above me, her breasts heaving like we’ve run a mile. I let her leg slide off my shoulder and stand, pressing her into the wall, wrapping my hand around her throat and crashing my mouth down on hers. She bites my lips, chases my tongue, licks my teeth and the lining inside my jaw. It’s a feral kiss, both of us drunk on the taste of her, on the taste of our mingled passion. The need to be inside of her is locomotive. A driving, churning ache that must be relieved.
I turn her to face the wall, slipping my fingers between her legs and pushing back inside. Her gasps and moans encourage me to push in another.
“I want to fuck you, Hen.”
She flattens her hands to the wall and pushes back onto my hand.
“Do it,” she chokes out. “Hurry up.”
“You want it?” I ask, releasing one finger to caress between her legs.
She drops her head to the wall and swivels into the contact, increasing the pressure of my finger on that bud of nerves.
“Yeah,” she almost slurs, sounding as drunk as I feel. “Please.”
I pull my fingers out and touch them to my lips.
“You taste so damn good,” I groan.
She presses her ass back against me restlessly. “Come on, Mav.”
I push the hair aside and over her shoulder, taking in the long expanse of her flawless back and the exaggerated jut of her ass from her waist. My hands actually shake when I get my pants open and down. I nudge her feet wider and with one hand angle her hips back so I can push up and into her. I slide in smoothly, perfectly. We both gasp when her body clenches around me.
“Fuuuuuck.” The word erupts from me and I tighten my hands at her hips. “I’m raw.”
She reaches behind us and grabs my ass, pressing me deeper inside. Her body greedily sucks me in, and a groan pushes past my lips.
“I’ve been tested,” she pants. “And I’m on birth control, but I don’t… we can’t—”
“I’ll pull out,” I cut in, breathing heavily at her neck. I don’t want her worrying about anything except how good this feels. “I’m negative, too, but I’ll still pull out.”
Every thrust drives me deeper inside, and it’s not just her body clamping around me every time I push in and withdraw. What’s happening between our bodies is only a portion of it. Something connective is growing between us. Every gasp and moan knits it. Strengthens it.
The door swings open and we both freeze. I’m still buried so deep, Hendrix whimpers when I shift the slightest bit. I curl my hand around her mouth to stifle her cries. The screen barely covers us, and one sound would alert whoever just entered of our presence.