Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Never got the note.” I’m upset. No, I take that back. I’m fucking pissed. I scoured the hotel room top to bottom after getting dressed, even asking the cleaning ladies if they’d seen a note.
“I’m getting that.” She resituates herself on the counter, causing her skirt to slide up her thighs. My gaze shifts downward, seeing Maci’s soft creamy flesh and remembering her low moans as my lips traveled up the inside of her thighs. My mouth waters, and I’m ready and willing to drop to my knees and get another taste.
“Yeah, fucking sucks, too.” Our bodies move closer to one another, the pull so damn strong it sucks you in like the rip current in the ocean. My hands move upward, needing to feel more of her, and I watch as her body trembles. Maci doesn’t say no, and she damn sure doesn’t pull away. What she does is spread her thighs further apart, allowing me to wedge myself closer to her. Her pretty, pouty lips are right there, ready and willing, so I do what we both want. My head descends, and she arches up. There’s no denying the mutual need we feel for one another. I felt it the first night, and when I saw her today, it all came rushing back.
“I’m taking your mouth, babe.”
“It’s a good thing I want you to take my mouth.” She pauses for a moment, enough for me to brush my lips across hers, and then throws back, “Babe.”
“Now you’ve fucking done it.” My hands move, cupping her cheek with one and holding her back with the other. She doesn’t get another word in edgewise before I lick the seam, seeing what she’ll give. A delicate sigh gives me the entrance I need.
Finally, goddamn, I’ve finally got her back in my arms, my mouth attached to hers, and her taste on my lips. I slide my tongue along hers, pushing her further to what we both want. The tips of her fingers dig into my chest, and when she moves closer until I can feel the heat from her pussy pressed against my cock, I forget about everything else except the woman writhing in my arms. Our breaths mingle with one another’s, her hips tilt, searching for the pleasure she’s hell bent on receiving, and I’m the one who will be giving it to her, starting right fucking now.
9
MACI
“Please, Tys, please,” I beg when he pulls back. His hand at my back slides around to my front. I’m breathless, weak beyond measure, and while I might have been sick a bit ago, I’m perfectly fine now. In fact, I’ve never felt better. Whether that has to do with me losing my food from earlier or the man in front of me, I’m not sure, and I really don’t seem to care.
“Please, what?” His lips are wet from our kiss, his eyes are hooded with desire, and I can feel the hard length of his cock pressed against my pussy. My skirt has somehow managed to slide up and over my hips. The only thing that’s in the way for Tysen’s mouth or fingers is a pair of flimsy lace panties. I’d take his cock right now, except I’m well aware of how he works. The last time we were together, he gave. My god, did he give. He devoured every inch of me. I had scruff marks that were beyond possible to hide, and believe me, I had to, or I’d really have to discuss what I did the night at the airport to my parents.
“Please, more.” My head tips backward when I feel his lips trail the length of my neck. I shiver when his jaw scrapes along my skin, the abrasion from his beard doing delicious things to me.
“You need to be more specific.” He nips at the skin beneath my ear, and I’m caught in a blazing sensation of wanting to push him away in order to strip my clothes off or pull him as close as possible to never lose his heat.
“Tysen.” The scraping of his teeth only befuddles my already desire-ridden mind, and all I can do is moan his name. My hands move every which way, looking for purchase, begging for the promise only he can bring, and when my core presses against the thick ridge in his pants, I nearly shatter.
“Not giving you my mouth, my fingers, or my dick until you tell me what you want, Maci.” The gruffness of his tone doesn’t set back my need for him. If anything, it spurs me on.
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers.” I look deep into his warm velvet eyes. His pupils dilate, liking what I told him. This isn’t a party of one, and I’m more than a willing participant, which is why I put my hand on top of his that’s at my hip and move it until it’s gliding inward at the seam of where the inside of my leg and sex meet.