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)
“Mac, babe, I’m about to come. Back off if you don’t want me in your hot mouth.” My hips rock in a steady pace.
“I don’t want you to come in the back of my throat. I want you to put it on my tongue and watch me swallow it.” Her confidence blooms before my very eyes. She slides her hand up and down my length, keeping me right there.
“Stick your tongue out,” I grunt, feeling my balls draw up tightly. She’s a vision, a mess from sucking my dick and fucking her fingers. She also does as I say. I grip her hand that’s on my cock so we can work together, and when the first spurt lands on Maci’s sweet lips, she doesn’t pull back. I keep coming, this time in her mouth, and she keeps her tongue out and ready. Five more pumps, and I’m completely done. She keeps it gathered right where I can see it. Then she fucking undoes me and swallows every last drop. Her throat works it down while her eyes stay strong and steady.
“Maci.” I bend, hands going beneath her arms to lift her up, causing her to lose momentum in playing with herself.
“Tys.” She wraps her legs around me instinctively.
“Hold on. We’re taking a shower, and it’ll be my fingers that get you off.” When I kiss her, I can taste myself on her lips but don’t giving one single fuck. This woman is amazing, and I’m going to show her how much every damn day of our lives.
18
MACI
“I’ll let you two talk for a few minutes.” Tysen presses a kiss to the side of my head and walks toward the cockpit. There are plusses to living with your boss. Waking up with him pressed between your legs, the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds is one of them. Of course, Tysen being his macho man overprotective self had to ruin the moment by asking if I needed to make a run to the bathroom first. I lifted my hips, wrapped my legs around his waist, and dug my heels into his ass to spur him on. He gave me what we both wanted, hot, fast, and dirty. My mouth on his, his cock rooted deep inside me, and his sneaky hand cupping my backside while his finger grazed along the pucker of my ass.
Tysen kept at it, and when I bore down feeling the quaking begin for another explosive orgasm, he sunk in to his first knuckle. I saw stars explode behind my closed eyes, my voice went hoarse with the screaming of his name, and he pumped his hips harder than ever, only stopping when he released everything he had inside me. Tysen dropped his weight on me, wrapped me up with both arms, and then dropped to a hip, rolling us until he was on his back and I was on top of him. The mess dripping from between my legs didn’t bother him, so I didn’t let it worry me, either. Though, when the alarm clock blared to life, causing me to jump from my love-drunk stupor, the cleaning us and the bed up really began. We tag teamed the bed, took a shower together, got ready side by side in the bathroom, and then Tysen made breakfast.
My nausea decided to make an appearance, so I quickly shoved crackers in my mouth and guzzled my lemon lime soda. It helped for the most part, until we got in the car to ride to the small private airport. I thought I was being sneaky while popping one of my ginger chews in my mouth, but Tysen cleared his throat, quirked an eyebrow, and said for me not to be stubborn and if it gets worse to take the prescription medicine. I rolled my eyes and muttered a whatever. He tried to hold me captive in the car until I made the promise. Needless to say, I relented.
“Do we ever have some catching up to do, honey. Now, Mr. Dark and Delicious sent me a text telling me to keep a watchful eye over you. I’m guessing you have some news to share with Samuel?” He snaps his fingers and pops out a hip, waiting for me to tell him everything.
“I did text you some of the details, you know,” I throw my sass right back at him. It’s been three days, and he’s left me on delivered. I’d be offended, except I know Samuel well enough to realize he’s not one to be glued to his phone when he’s off the clock.
“I don’t want to hear it through technology. Tell me in person.” He sits down on the leather couch, and I follow his lead. Tysen carried our bags once we exited his vehicle that he stowed underneath an awning. Even with them having wheels, he refused to use the handle. I didn’t question it, but that whole work smarter, not harder quote tickled the forefront of my brain. When we made it to the set of stairs leading up to the jet, he had me walk in front of him. I put an extra sway in my hips, and hearing his low growl gave me the added effect I wanted. When we came up, he placed the luggage beside the closet for me to put away. Surprising that he didn’t do it himself, though since he’s giving Samuel and me time, I get it.