Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
"McCoy," she cried, body trembling with its need for release.
I yanked away from her, not sure I could take another minute of her stroking. My hand left her panties, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her objection, knowing she had no idea what I had in mind as I pressed up to my knees, and reached for her hips, dragging her shorts and panties down her long legs.
I watched as recognition hit, as her eyes went even more heated while my hands slid up her calves, grabbing her knees, then spreading them, pinning them down to the mattress as I lowered down.
I kept my gaze on her as my tongue moved out, sliding up her pussy to circle her clit.
"Oh my God," she cried, her hands grabbing the back of my head, holding me more tightly against her as she wiggled against me, demanding more.
And, well, I had every intention of giving her just that.
My mouth closed around her clit, sucking in quick, strobe-like movements as my fingers slipped back inside her, stroking for a moment before turning, curling, working her G-spot, feeling her walls get tighter and tighter as she got closer to that edge.
Her soft mewling sounds got louder, stopping short at outright moans as I got her to that edge.
My free hand shot upward, clamping over her mouth as the first waves started to move through her, making her pussy spasm around my fingers as her back arched off the mattress, as her legs shook, as her hand fucking crushed into my skull.
I worked her through the orgasm until her entire body went limp. Only then did I lift up, planting my hands so that I could look down at her.
I found her with one arm thrown over her eyes, her chest heaving, her body trembling softly with the aftershocks.
"You good?" I asked, a chuckle clear in my voice, a sound that made her forearm slide up slightly, allowing her to glance at me with hazy eyes.
"Mmhmm," she agreed, giving me a shaky nod.
"You don't sound so sure. I could..." I started, walking my fingertips across her lower stomach, heading down.
"No. I can't," she objected, pulling her knees into her waist, and curling up on her side.
"Babe, you absolutely can," I informed her, my hand moving out to massage her ass since it was right there for me. "Next time I will prove it," I added.
"Next time?" she asked, looking over at me.
"Yep," I agreed, climbing off the bed before I got any more ideas. "I'm not nearly done with you yet," I added.
"Wait," she called as I made my way across the room. "You didn't..." she started.
"I'm fine," I lied, feeling the kind of ache in my balls that I didn't even have words for. But I wanted to get some time with her to really explore. Without worrying about her being too loud, or someone walking in on us. So I was just going to need to deal with the discomfort.
It was going to be a good, long while before I got the kind of relief I wanted. At least until we were all done with lockdown, and were free to move around again, giving everyone the chance to get some privacy.
For the moment, though, there was no chance of that.
Hell, I couldn't even shower alone. Belle's rabbit was bouncing all around the bathroom as I ran the cold water, trying to cool down my overheated system.
I had just managed to get my clothes on—without stepping on Max—when Belle shrieked my name from the main area of the apartment.
"Fuck," I hissed, grabbing my gun off the sink vanity before rushing out.
Maybe shit would be moving faster than I'd thought.
Chapter Nine
Shy
It was silly, but I still felt all buzzy and strangely out of my body after I'd dressed and went out to the living room to get some of the coffee that I'd smelled brewing.
By McCoy, no doubt.
It smelled way too strong for Belle to have made it.
The TV was all set up, playing some random soap opera on low as Belle herself stood near the window, petting Franklin who was already sunning himself in the early morning rays. From the looks of things, he was all of two minutes away from giving her a nasty swat. But Belle was never good at sensing that coming.
"Hey, do you want me to cook up a breakfast scramble?" I asked, absentmindedly looking through the fridge, making a mental note of what we were going to need from the store. I was used to shopping for just myself and maybe a little extra for when Belle was over. Having her around full time on top of a man—a big man with a big appetite—had nearly cleared me out of a week's worth of food already. "I can..." I started again when I heard Belle gasp.