Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
So I did, in detail, showing her exactly what to do, how hard to do it, and when to do it.
I had to pull her off me, though, when my cock threatened release.
“I want to be inside you,” I panted, eyes squeezed shut.
I felt her get up off the floor.
My eyes opened as I watched her straddle my hips.
“I’m not tall enough to get this thing at my entrance,” she giggled as she balanced on her tiptoes.
I helped her, pushing my dick forward so that she could come down onto it at an angle.
She filled herself up with my cock, her tits quivering as she did.
I slid into her depths, eyes crossing at the sweet heat.
“Shit,” I breathed.
“You’re so big,” she moaned. “I’m so wet for you, and I’m still having to adjust.”
I caught her hips, leaned my head back on the chair behind me, and circled her hips without lifting her off me a single inch.
She hissed in a breath, her eyes going glazed, and threw her head back.
“Yes,” she breathed. “This right here. Don’t stop.”
I planted both feet solidly on the floor and continued to do just that.
See, here was the thing I’d learned about women.
When they say ‘I’m close’ or ‘don’t stop,’ what it really means is keep doing exactly what you’re doing. Don’t change the depth. Don’t change the pace. Don’t blow your load. Don’t change a single fucking thing.
And that was exactly what I did.
I kept circling her hips, grinding my cock into her from below.
Her feet weren’t touching the floor when she cried out.
Her nipples pebbled into perfect little points.
Her hair brushed my knees, and I decided later that was what did it for me.
Not the blowjob beforehand. Not the way she felt so tight and wet.
Nope, it was the tickle of her hair against my knees from where her head was thrown back.
I cursed as I pulsed my release inside of her.
“Fuck, fuck,” I growled. “Jesus Christ, cupcake.”
She snickered, throwing herself forward so that she was plastered against my heaving chest.
It felt like forever later when she opened her mouth and said, “We should probably discuss birth control.”
She pulled back, her eyes going to mine.
I eyed her lips, swollen from my kiss, and said, “Probably.”
It was irresponsible.
But the thought of getting her pregnant made this switch flip inside me.
Possessive, alpha male bullshit that she probably didn’t want to hear coming from my lips.
Before either one of us could discuss anything, though, her phone started to vibrate on the table beside us.
I glanced over at it to see Athena’s name on the screen, as well as a photo of her from Halloween. She was wearing a scarecrow outfit, and she looked adorable.
“Ignore it,” I suggested.
She giggled. “I plan to go clean you out of me before I answer a call from her.”
I helped lift her up so she could do just that.
The phone stopped ringing when she was about halfway out of the room. It immediately started back up again.
“Uh-oh,” she said. “I better get that.”
I snorted at the way she waddled back toward the phone.
Taking pity on her, I picked it up and tossed it to her before heading to the towels in the drawer next to the fridge.
Snatching one up, I wet it down with warm water before bringing it over to her.
She took it from me as she answered her phone.
Again, on speaker.
“Hey, Athena,” Maven said as she placed her phone on the counter and began cleaning herself up as best as she could.
I watched—hopefully not creepily—her do it.
“Um, Maven?” a girl’s voice said from the speaker of Maven’s phone. “Where are you?”
Maven stiffened slightly at the wobble in Athena’s voice, the rag now wadded up and rolled into a ball on the floor.
“Athena,” Maven said carefully. “I’m at Auden’s house. What’s up?”
“So you’re telling me you never went to that hotel like you talked about?” Athena teased, still sounding off.
Yeah, that hotel hadn’t happened.
Neither had her going home to her house even after the alarm system had been beefed up.
Maven’s cheeks flamed, and she went to take it off speakerphone, but I called out, “Yes. Hi, Athena.”
Maven looked down at her bare feet.
I rubbed a hand down her spine, causing goosebumps to break out all over her shoulders and backside.
“Yeah, I’m at Auden’s place.” She paused. “But I did hire movers which Auden immediately made me cancel. They’re going to help me move out of my place over the weekend. As well as pack up the bakery and move it over. Shit, that reminds me, I still need to talk to Pepper. She might not want to make the move with me.”
“Can I come over?” she asked, ignoring Maven’s rambling. “I have something I need to talk to you about, and it might be good to have a cop’s perspective.”
I went solid at her words.