Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 136296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
“We had sex three hours ago.”
“It feels like days, not hours. Whose idea was it to invite our families over anyway? Why aren’t we going out for dinner?”
“Because we decided it would be nice to host them here. Remember?” My parents flew in from Florida yesterday. They’re staying with Maverick’s parents. Over the past few years, huge family celebrations have become a regular thing.
“We must have had this conversation after sex when my brain wasn’t really functioning.” He pushes my panties to the side, fingertips gliding over my clit.
“Are we really going to do this right here? What if someone shows up early?” I arch, my butt pressing against his erection.
“Hmm . . . Good point.” His lips leave my neck, and the hand down my pants disappears, as does the one in my bra. He dips down and picks me up, carrying me fireman-style across the room.
Herman, our two-year-old German Shepherd, jumps up and starts to follow us to the bedroom, but Maverick closes the door on him. He barks once and whines. When we come out, we’ll find him lying beside the bedroom door, all dejected and sad.
Maverick drops me on the bed and straddles my hips, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. I reach to take my glasses off, but he shakes his head. “Leave them on, Professor Sweet.”
I roll my eyes. “I was a professor for all of a year.”
“You’ll always be my favorite teacher. Every day I learn something new from you.” He pulls my shirt over my head and rids me of my jeans. He pauses, taking in my bra and panties. “This is new. Is this one of my birthday presents?”
“You like?” The bra is pale green lace, the panties the same. I flip over on my stomach.
“Oh fuck, yes. I love it when you get all naughty and pull out the thongs.” He grabs my ass and bites each cheek. “This is, like, my ultimate fantasy, right here.” He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. His jeans and boxers follow.
He straddles my thighs and then stretches out on top of me. I turn my head, and his lips connect with my cheek as his erection settles against my lower back. “I want to do dirty things to you.”
“You better do them fast unless you want to spend the rest of the evening wishing you’d planned this out better.”
He chuckles and folds back on his knees, tucking a finger under the waistband and tugging gently. “So fucking sexy.”
I look over my shoulder as he slides his thick cock under the string and along the divide.
“I don’t care what birthday it is; you’re not getting in there with that thing,” I tell him on a low moan.
He chuckles. “Oh, I know. But I can tease you, can’t I?”
I answer with a hum, then moan softly when he stops. I try to push my butt up. He presses a knee between my legs, and I part for him. His fingers find my most sensitive skin as he kisses a path up my back. When I’m on the edge of an orgasm, he covers my body with his again and enters me from behind.
It’s become one of my favorite positions. He’s so deep, and with every thrust, he strokes my G-spot. He takes my chin in his palm and turns my head gently until our lips meet. He keeps rolling his hips, a slow and steady climb all the way to the peak.
After I come, he pulls out and flips me over. He tugs my panties down my thighs and stretches out over me again. His hands curl around my shoulders. “I love you so much,” he murmurs against my lips.
“And I love you.” I wrap my hand around the back of his neck. “You gonna come for me now, Mr. Waters?”
One side of his mouth quirks up in a salacious grin, and his thrusts grow harder, pushing deeper, moving faster. After a moment, he comes on a low groan and collapses on top of me. “Can we play strip Scrabble after everyone leaves?” he mumbles into my neck.
“Absolutely. Now can I get dressed so I’m not scrambling when your family arrives?”
“Definitely. I’ll even help. That’s how much of a team player I am.”
I change into another new bra and panty set while Maverick stands there, still naked, biting his knuckle. “You’re gonna be the best dessert in the world. I’m actually considering skipping dessert entirely so I can cover you in chocolate syrup and lick it off your body.”
I pull my jeans on. “I made a cake. From scratch.”
“Right. You’ll be dessert round two.” He jabs his legs into his boxers.
He’s just pulled his shirt over his head when Herman starts barking.
“Oh my God. People are here. I need to make sure my hair doesn’t scream freshly fucked.” I grab my brush and yank it through, smoothing out knots at the crown. My cheeks are flushed, but there’s nothing I can do about that.