Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Fuck, he was so fucking big, hot and throbbing, heavy on my tongue, stretching my mouth wide. I loved it. I felt so powerful, making him feel this good, but I also felt used in a way, and both sensations felt so fucking good to me.
Michael started to thrust, tentatively, and I gave a low moan of encouragement. He thrust harder, fucking my mouth, and I could feel a fresh wave of slick sliding down my thighs. I was so turned on, I knew that it wouldn’t take much for me to orgasm. I was so ready for him to come in my mouth, to swallow it all down, to have him mark up my face and claim me that way—
Michael yanked me away with a ragged groan, tugging at my hair so hard that my head was pulled back, his cock sliding free of my lips with an obscene, wet noise. I shivered in anticipation at the look in his eyes, the green of them nothing more than a thin, burning ring around the black of his pupils.
“Oh no,” he growled. “We’re not done yet. I’m not done with you, yet.”
I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned.
Chapter Seventeen: Michael
I nearly came straight down Stevie’s throat. She felt so fucking good, wet and tight and perfect around my cock—not to mention how she looked like that, on her knees, her dark eyes peeking up at me through those long lashes.
But I had plans for her, and as tempting as it would be to come in her mouth, to maybe even mark up her face and chest a little, a tangible claim that she was mine… not tonight. No. First, I wanted to fuck her.
Stevie rose to her feet, licking her lips like I was the best lollipop she’d ever tasted. “What did you have in mind?” she asked me, her voice rough and husky from sucking me.
That was the sexiest damn voice I’d ever heard. It was almost enough to make me shove my cock back into her mouth, to see how much rougher her voice could get. But no, I wanted to be inside of her properly.
There was also something else I wanted to try.
Virginia was a lot taller than Stevie, and so I hadn’t ever been able to act out a particular fantasy of mine. But now… now I could.
I kissed Stevie, licking into her, tasting myself on her tongue as I walked her backwards and through her room, until her back collided with the wall. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head against the wall with one hand as my other hand slid between her legs.
Jesus Christ, she was wet, and I growled in approval as I started to finger her. Stevie cried out against my mouth, shuddering. She was already so close, and just from sucking me off.
I got three fingers sinking into her with no problem, grinning as she writhed on them, whimpering.
“Michael…Michael please,” she begged.
“Please what? You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Please…please fuck me,” she begged.
“Well…” I grinned, feeling like a wolf with Little Red Riding Hood: so naughty but oh, so good. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Stevie gave me a look that said she was about to start swearing and cursing her head off at me if I didn’t get my ass into gear, so I released her wrists and grabbed her underneath her thighs, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around me.
Stevie gasped, grabbing onto my shoulders. “Oh my God,” she blurted out. “Oh my! Holy fuck that is so hot.”
“Glad you think so,” I told her, nibbling at her neck.
It took a slight bit of maneuvering, but then I slowly thrust into her, feeling it all over as Stevie shuddered and contracted around me, going tight and I felt like I couldn’t even see, that I was cross-eyed with how damn good she felt.
I fucked into her rough and hard, encouraged by her moans and her begging. She was clawing at my shoulders, at my chest, kissing me frantically all over. It was perfect and yet over too quickly as I spilled inside of her, felt her coming around me, felt both of us shuddering to our release in tandem.
Holy shit. I just couldn’t help myself around Stevie, it seemed, and more than that, I didn’t really want to.
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Sunday morning, I woke up feeling damn good about the world. I even slept in just a bit—best sleep I’d had in ages. My only wish was that Stevie had been in my arms all night. Ever since Virginia had left me I’d struggled to get used to the idea of sleeping alone again, and now that I had Stevie, I craved to have her with me as I slept, a warm weight in my arms.