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)
“Sounds good. Thanks, man, talk soon.”
“Never a problem. See you later.” I hang up and slide my phone in my back pocket, then take the stairs two at a time. I’m too fucking turned on to wait for Maci to get out of the shower, and what I want to do to her hot little body will need more than a wall.
14
TYSEN
I make it up the stairs and to the bedroom in record time. The shower still isn’t running, and when I round the corner into the bathroom, Maci’s standing there completely fucking naked. My fingers work the buttons on my jeans, allowing my cock the breathing room it desperately needs.
“Tys.” She spins around after noticing me through the mirror. Her tits sway, her ass jiggles, and I’m done pussy-footing around. I watch as her nostrils flare and a shiver takes hold of her as she looks down the length of my body. The head of my cock bobs against my lower abdomen, flexing when she licks her perfectly swollen lips, and I can feel the precum gathering at the tip. I prowl toward her like a lion going after its prey.
“Need you, Mac. I’m taking your pussy and owning it.” My hands grip her shapely hips, lifting her up in one solid movement. Maci’s legs wrap around my waist, hands going to the back of my neck, and her wetness coats the underside of my cock. She undulates her hips, trying to get there with her needy cunt.
I could lift her up the barest of an inch and slam her down on my dick, but I won’t. Been wanting her in my bed for six damn weeks. The last thing I’m going to do is rush this.
I’m going to take my time.
I’m going to worship at the altar that is Maci Vesper.
The mother of my child, the woman who has become my everything, and the woman who I’m going to love for the rest of our fucking lives.
“Please, Tysen.” Her voice drops an octave, need dripped with desire. I can feel her squirm, and my cock is tired of waiting. A quick step backward has my back meeting the wall. Her lips touch the column of my neck, making me rethink all my plans I’ve had for her tonight. It’s only her attempting to climb my body like a tree that has me putting us in motion.
“Fuck me, Maci. Goddamn, you burn so hot for me.” My hand slides up the length of her spine, feeling each vertebra as I go. A ripple of energy rolls through her. The minute I grasp the nape of her neck to lift her off my throat, where she’s no doubt leaving a bruise all while marking me in a territorial kind of way—fuck, but do I like that—my lips find hers. I’d give her something else to suck on, except it’d deter the whole process of me burying my cock inside her sweet little cunt.
“I need you.” Maci’s plea makes me move into action. I keep my eyes open while fucking her mouth with my tongue like I would with my dick. My feet carry us to the bed. The impatience is getting to us both.
“Hold me tight, babe,” I say, pulling away from her mouth, a temptation in itself with how she twirls her tongue with mine. She’s got me wrapped around her finger. I let her go the minute my knees hit the mattress, then climb up from the bottom until her back meets the headboard. She stays cradled around me the entire time, entrusting me that I’d never let anything bad happen to her.
Maci is sitting up for now, and while part me is ready to slide balls deep insider her, I hold back. The need to wrap my lips around her dark and tempting nipples, a shade deeper than her surrounding skin, is too great.
“Don’t move. Please don’t move.” I drop my head, trying to control my breathing. Seeing her in my bed, hearing the lust in her voice, and smelling her desire dripping from her core, there’s no way I’m not going to worship her body.
“You want my dick?” I flex my hips. The tip of my dick nudges her clit, and she tips her head back. “You’ll get it after I bury my head between these pretty thighs.” Maci’s arms drop from around my neck, her legs doing similar around my waist, and she spreads herself open to me.
“Tys.” Her voice skates over my skin as I drag my lips down the slope of her neck, stopping to suck her pretty, milky flesh at the same spot she clamped down on mine. I don’t stay long enough to leave a mark; marking her isn’t what I’m after, plus there’s more than enough proof she’s mine. Maci is carrying a piece of me around for the next nine months, and by then, she’ll have another piece of me, my last name and my ring on her finger.