Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
My doorbell rings.
I freeze, holding the bread and cheese. Did someone just ring my—the bell rings again. Cautiously, I set the food on the counter and walk into the living room. Through the side window panels, I see a tall silhouette. Broad shoulders. And if I could make out more details than that, probably wearing a frown.
I undo the top lock and slowly open my door. “Sorry, I can’t spare any extra condoms. You’re gonna have to go old school pull out—”
“Invite me in, Mak.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’m kind of busy.”
“You have no idea how busy you’re about to be. Invite me—”
“Come in.” The words slip out before he finishes; my lady parts responding for me. My brain is still trying to catch up as he storms inside, kicking the door shut behind him. His arm snakes around me as his mouth claims mine.
I was really looking forward to that grilled cheese sandwich, but this is way better. A breathless moan travels up my throat as he lifts me in his arms. My legs don’t need an invitation to wrap around him. I grind against him. God, this is such a bad idea. But I’m going to pretend it’s a great one—that the way my body burns for him is not a warning to stop, drop, and roll the hell away.
“What did you think you would accomplish ditching me back there?”
“Doing you a favor. You seem kind of crabby. Figured you needed to get some,” I say, taking his mouth harder. Our tongues dance around one another as we fight for control. For more. He squeezes my backside, and I squirm in his hold as he clasps down and pinches.
“Try again. What did you think you would accomplish?”
“Saving you from further humiliation? Looked like you were about to cry back there—ouch!” He rears his palm back and slaps my ass.
“Try. Again. What did you think you were going to accomplish—”
“Nothing, because I didn’t want to leave you with her. And I hate the attention you give her. It shouldn’t be her—”
His mouth silences my words. His palms tighten on my butt cheeks, pulling me into him. The hardness of his cock glides against my sex, and my mouth falls open. “Fuckin’ finally.” He storms over to the couch. There’s nothing gentle or sensual about the way we claw at each other. My back hits the couch, and my jeans are off in a blink. My panties don’t stand a chance either. His shitty jersey is up and over his head while I dump mine on the floor.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, sliding out of his jeans, taking his boxers with them. It’s strange to hear those words come out of his mouth. Once upon a time, that wasn’t how he saw me. I shove those memories away and reach up, snaking my hand around his neck and bringing him down to me. Our lips collide, and his tongue slides into my mouth. I could kiss him forever. His cock slides between my thighs, and he groans at the slickness of my arousal coating him. He positions himself just right and powers into me.
His thickness fills me, hitting the deepest part of me. My head falls back, and I bite down on my bottom lip. “Fuck,” I moan, raising my hips, needing more. Over and over, he works me, causing an indescribable emotion to build.
“That’s right, baby. Admit it. You want this just as much as I do. You crave this just as much as I do.” With every word, he pulls out and thrusts back in to emphasize his point. “You fucking need this, just as much as I do.” I can’t speak. My body and emotions are in overdrive, and I can’t think straight. Every demanding stroke hits its mark, pushing me to my peak.
“I want this.” The words finally fall off my lips. His crash against mine, stealing my breath. My fingers thread into his hair. He’s right. I love the way his silky hair feels between my fingers. But he’s a liar if he tries to tell me he doesn’t enjoy it just as much. His whispered grunts are a clear giveaway.
“About damn time,” he hums against my lips, his hands clamping my ass. He maneuvers us so he’s sitting, and I straddle his lap. His strong grip tightens on my hips, and he lifts me up, only to slam me back down. The deepness of each thrust causes my vision to blur. A hoarse moan fights up my throat.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks, sliding me up his cock. He pauses.
“No, I’m not okay. I’m fucking amazing. Shut up and keep going.”
His chest vibrates with humor, and he drops me back down, earning another raspy moan. I start working my hips, taking the lead. Arching my back, I bounce up and down, panting at how amazing he feels. My walls clench around him. White spots blind my vision as his hand covers my clit and rubs. “That’s it. Come for me. Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock.”