Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Bane reached up and captured my breasts, tweaking and tugging my nipples as if I wasn’t enough of a helpless mess.
“Yes, baby, more,” I breathed, anchoring my foot against the headrest, and rocking back and forth on his tongue.
My eyes rolled back in my head when one hand dropped back and his finger joined the party, pressing against my puckered entrance and slipping inside. “Holy flipping fuck that’s good.” I smacked his ass with my foot, making him chuckle and send vibrations through my out-of-control core. “Don’t you dare stop!”
He most definitely did not stop.
Bane’s other hand surrendered my nipple only to claim my clit. He rubbed hard—just the right amount of friction and pressure to make me—
“Ahhh!” I snapped my back in half, coming so hard I slipped off the leather and wound up flopping and jerking on the car floor—riding the delicious crashing waves that tossed me back under every time I tried to catch my breath.
Grinning, Bane picked me up—seating me firmly on his lap as I rode the ride down, gasping and panting on his chest. “My goodness, man, you give good orgasm.”
“You know I aim to please, baby.” He kissed the crap out of me, swiping his tongue across my lips, then plundering my mouth—reducing me to more of a mound of boneless jelly. “Now, giddy-up, cowgirl.”
I blushed. Once—just once!—I decided to surprise Bane with a sexy cowgirl outfit complete with fake sidearms. The man lost his mind and took me right there on the floor while I was still figuring out the lasso. I was screaming his name with my fake gun fucking my pussy within ten minutes.
I’d been his cowgirl ever since.
“Okay.” I nipped his nose. “But only because there’s a little outfit you’ll be wearing for me tonight.”
“Fine with me. You know the Savage Prince motto.” His smirk set my body ablaze. “Whatever gets Mackenzie Blaine’s thong off.”
It was their motto. Sunny even shouted it one time when he got in a bar brawl with some jerks who were hitting on me and Sienna, and ignoring our clear requests to go away.
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes and loving Sunny more when I thought of that.
Rising up, I didn’t waste any time and impaled myself on his dick—letting the magnificent beast between his legs stretch me in all the right ways.
Throwing my head back, I released a deep, long, satisfying moan—the two of us safe in our little, quiet, foggy world.
Bane held me close, peppering my chin, neck, and breasts with kisses as I moved, bouncing up and down on his lap.
Our moans mingled. Our breaths fogged the mirror. Our fingers threaded together—secure, firm, and forever.
I found that spot and impaled myself on it as rough as he drilled me, pumping in time to my bouncing.
“Yes, yes!” My moans were screams. I released his shoulders and pressed against the roof, balancing on the balls of my toes and widening my knees to receive him deeper, faster, and harder.
“I love you, Kenzie,” he grunted. “I’ve always loved you since the day I nearly blew you up with my bazooka. I went into the woods to escape from love... so you came and found me.”
I might’ve said something sweet and gushy back, if not for my core tightening so hard it snapped in half, igniting my orgasm and exploding it through my body.
Bane jerked, then he came too—spilling inside of me as we both screamed, grunted, and moaned under the shockwaves.
“Wow,” I panted, slumping over his chest. “I think we just topped our personal best.”
“Really?” He pulled me closer, kissing me all over. “What about Paris? We blew the lights out in the City of Lights that night.”
I smothered a laugh. We really did cause a power surge and take out the lights in the whole building that night. But it wasn’t my fault that we fell out of bed onto a power cord.
“And what about Tanzania?” His grin was wolfish. “You screamed so loud, you set off half the animals in the jungle.”
“Okay, let’s agree on top three, then.”
“Definitely top three.”
My phone went off.
“Lollipop Lips, where are you?” Sunny answered. “Did you forget you’re bringing the cake?”
“Wait, what? I was supposed to do that?” I cried. “But look at the time. Everywhere is probably closed.”
“Probably. So you better get your clothes back on and think of something.”
I swore, hanging up the phone. “No more basking in the afterglow. Turns out we were on cake duty.”
“Shit.”
We hurriedly got dressed and got back on the road.
We went all around Leighbridge, begging three different bakeries to stay open later to give us something, anything, that resembled a birthday cake. The final guy finally took pity on us when Bane offered him ten thousand dollars.
And by took pity, I mean he ran back into the kitchen so fast, he left a him-shaped cloud of flour in his place.