Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“I know that, but I’m still nervous.”
His shadow disappears as he steps into the room. I can faintly make out his body moving. I hear a flop of something falling to the floor, and I assume that’s his shorts. The bed dips and then he’s there. His hand rests on my hip before sliding down my thigh and back up, this time going high enough to cup my breast. The pad of his thumb traces over my nipple, and I can’t stop the moan that releases from deep in my throat even if I tried to.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs.
“From feeding Madeline,” I explain.
“Nah, baby, that’s all you,” he says, bending and capturing my nipple in his mouth. My eyes roll back in my head, and my hands dig into his back, holding him close. I never want him to stop.
His mouth is heaven as he gently licks and nips at my sensitive breasts. He moves back and forth from one to the other, and all I can manage to do is hold on for the ride. And yes, there might be grinding involved. No matter how many times I lift my hips to connect with his, he doesn’t stop what he’s doing.
“I feel you, baby,” he whispers. “I’m taking my time.”
“You don’t have to. I’m ready now.”
He chuckles softly. “I know you are.” As if he needs proof anyway, his mouth stays attached to my breast as his hand travels down my body, until he finds my center. “So wet for me, Wren.”
“Yes. You.” I’m panting like a dog in heat, and I can’t seem to find it in me to care. I’ve never wanted a man’s touch this badly. His hard cock rests against my leg, so I reach out for him.
“Oh, no.” He laughs. “You can’t touch me.”
“No fair.” I’m very aware that I sound like a pouting toddler.
“I want you too much, Wren. This is going to be quick, so I need to get you there before I slide my cock inside you.”
“No, it’s okay, really.”
“Patience, baby.”
“I’m all out of patience,” I tell him.
“I better get started then, huh?” I hear the playfulness in his voice.
“Get started?”
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he slides to the end of the bed and pulls my legs apart. Finally, I think to myself. He’s going to take care of this ache that only he can quell. I’m ready for him to settle between my thighs, and when I feel his mouth on my pussy, my back arches off the bed.
“So good,” he moans, going back for more, his mouth attacking my clit, while his fingers pump in and out of me. “Just feel for me, baby.”
My hands bury themselves in his hair as I close my eyes and allow myself to just feel like he’s asking. This is something that Travis really wasn’t a fan of. We tried it once, but that was it, so I’m taken aback at the hunger in Marshall’s voice and his eagerness.
“M-Marsh—” I try to warn him that I’m close, but the tidal waves of pleasure coursing through my body keep me from saying his full name.
“Ride it out, baby. Let me hear you,” he murmurs. I can feel his hot breath against my thigh as he speaks, and I crash into the abyss. An orgasm to beat all orgasms wracks my entire body. Marshall doesn’t let up until my body stills.
My chest is heaving with exertion while I try and figure out what the hell just happened. Being with Marshall Riggins is life changing.
“Ready, beautiful?” he asks. This time he’s hovering over me, his body nestled between my thighs.
Even though my arms feel like jelly—hell, my entire body does—I manage to slide my hands behind his head and pull him close. “I’m ready,” I whisper before placing a kiss on his lips. I taste myself. It feels naughty, but it’s also a turn-on. Something I never thought I would say or think.
“My girl,” he says huskily before pushing inside me, one slow, delicious inch at a time. “Oh, fuck,” he breathes as he bends to rest his forehead against mine. “If I’d known this is what magic felt like, I would have searched for you sooner.”
“It might not have been me,” I say, feeling pain fill my chest at the thought of someone else having him like this.
“Nah, baby. It was always meant to be you. We both just needed to be ready.”
“Are you planning on moving anytime?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood. My legs lock around his waist, trying to get him to slide in deeper.
“Not yet. I’m trying hard not to lose my control here, Wren.”
“I want you to lose control. You love me, right?” I ask even though I know the answer.
“I more than love you, Wren.”
“Then this isn’t a one-time thing between us. Take what you need. Show me how bad you want me.”