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)
I lift my hips, shoving my boxer briefs down my thighs. Once I’ve kicked them off, Clover moves to straddle me, settling over my erection on a soft sigh. Her tongue peeks out to run along her top lip, and she rolls her hips.
She leans down, sucking my bottom lip between her teeth, her long hair sweeping across my chest. “I can’t wait to have you inside me again. Filling me up,” she whispers against my lips.
I reach over to the nightstand where I set my wallet and flip it open. I free the gold-foil square and the small packet of lube, and Clover plucks the condom from my fingers. She shifts back on my thighs, tears open the wrapper, and pops out the latex circle. She rolls the condom down my length, and I get the lube ready.
“Just remember to take it slow.” I sit up so we’re chest to chest as she positions me at her entrance and starts to sink down.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten how hard it was to walk the next day.”
I laugh, and so does she, but it turns into a mutual groan when she lowers herself another inch.
I put a hand on her hip and watch her face. Her eyes aren’t on mine, though. They’re trained on where she’s stretched around my cock. Her fingers dip between her thighs, running over the still exposed shaft. “It’s almost as thick as a soda can,” she muses.
“The circumference is, like, an inch and a quarter less, which doesn’t sound significant, but it is.”
She throws her head back and laughs. I love how much fun she is in bed; how different it is to be with someone whose sexual appetite matches mine.
She settles her palm against my neck, her smile full of amusement. “Should I assume you’ve taken all the comparative measurements, then?”
I shrug. “Sort of helps to have a basis for comparison when you’re in my position.”
“I can see that.” She lifts up and lowers herself a couple more inches, taking more of me inside. She exhales a shuddery breath.
“You okay?” I tighten my hold on her hip, keeping her steady, breathing through the sensations, tamping down the urge to just . . . thrust.
“Mmm . . .” she hums and presses her lips to mine. “Better than okay.” Hip roll. “So much better than okay.” Slide down. “So full.” Rise up.
She keeps rolling her hips, taking in more of me until her ass finally settles on my thighs. She adjusts her position and wraps her legs around my waist, curving her palm around the nape of my neck.
Clover presses her lips to mine, tongue stroking. I part and let her in, groaning as she starts rocking in my lap. The gentle friction makes me want more, but I let her set the pace.
She moves faster, sliding up the length of my cock, before dropping back down on a low moan. “This is even better than I remember.”
I grip her hips to still her. “Go easy.”
She shakes her head and repeats the same sequence, sucking in another gasping breath. “Oh my . . . fuck.” Her eyes roll up and then return to mine. “Right there. Every time, you hit the spot.” Her nails dig into my shoulder. “I’m going to come again.” She drops one hand between us, fingers dragging up the shaft as she rises. “So fucking incredible.” On the down slide, she circles her clit.
“Let me do that.” I take over, mimicking her movements as she rides me.
She keeps moving, bouncing on my cock, faster, harder, groaning low in her throat every time her ass hits my thighs.
She drops her hand to cover mine. “More pressure. You’re not going to break me.” She moans.
“Like this?” I circle harder and faster, but she presses down, showing me exactly what she wants and how she wants it.
“Just like that,” she says between labored breaths. “So good. Right there. So close.” Her mouth drops open and then clamps shut, body going rigid as the orgasm rolls through her. I feel her clench around me, and I have to focus on her so I can keep myself in check the way I need to. I keep circling until her fingers curl around mine and her head drops to my shoulder.
I run a hand down her spine. “How you doin’?”
She chuckles, and her lips sweep along the side of my neck. She nips at my jaw and kisses her way back to my lips.
“I thought maybe I’d imagined how amazing the sex was. Or romanticized it, but clearly, I didn’t.” She sucks my bottom lip. “It’s even better.”
Twenty-One
A Lot to Handle
Clover
“I want you on top of me.” I start to shift, but Maverick’s hand settles on my hips, and his fingers dig into the fleshy part of my ass.