Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
"That's right. Feels good enough to hurt a little, doesn't it?"
I stroke his hip, and Vance relaxes more for me, so I can punch back in—not too hard, but enough to make him bark another curse.
"Rayne..." I'm hit by a wave of dizziness as he tightens around me. "Feels so good."
"I feel your legs shake," he murmurs around the tie.
I want to sink down to the floor and shut my eyes and moan. But that's for when I'm bottoming. Those just let go and sweat and hurt and get lit up vibes. Right now, I'm in charge. I need to be in charge the first time that we do this here, and Vance is happy to take me.
I'm in and out...and one thrust in, and rub around until he grunts and shudders...then I'm out again, and I can feel him sweating. I push in more slowly, holding his hip as I tease around that sweet spot deep inside him—something that I know he never gave to anyone but me after we met. And I love that. I can't deny how much I love that he's just mine.
I push back in, and while I'm in, I can't resist reaching around to feel how very slick he is, the way he’s dripping on my planner. When my finger rubs over the tiny slit in his cockhead, he tightens around me, and I can sense him trying not to cry out.
"Yeah...you're gonna come soon. I know, Rayne babe. I know all your tells, and I know if I pull out like this" —I draw out slowly, and continue in a whisper— "and push in hard like this" —he groans— "and then rub around like this...you're gonna come. And that's good, because I don't know how long my legs can hold me."
My voice cracks as he scoots back to take me deeper, even as his entire body trembles with the fullness of it.
He groans, "Fuck," and he sounds desperate, and my balls are tighter now, they're fuller, heavy, and I'm pushing around to find the spot, and then I do, and his whole backside quivers, flank to shoulders.
"I love you, Vance. Forever. Even though I left my ring today."
I feel him breathing hard. I'm seeing stars. Sweet Lord, he's so tight and I'm so ready. I try to draw out, but I don't have the self-restraint. I shove back in, and we come at the same time, Vance grunting and me moaning so loudly I bet someone in the lobby could hear it. I'm laughing as my head starts clearing, and Vance says, "Bet the angels up above heard that one." But his voice is rough and ragged.
I move slowly out of him and then, although it makes more sense to clean us up and get this finished before someone knocks, I can't help the need to wrap myself around him. I kiss his damp neck and lick down along his shoulder—that's the one that hurts—and when I do, he groans a little.
I lift my head. "What's the matter?"
He laughs, soft and low. "I sorta pulled it out of socket, I think. Reaching up like this."
"Ah, no." I straighten up. "I'm sorry." I wrap an arm around his torso and help him ease up, and V turns to face me, heavy-lidded as his lips find mine. His arm’s around my shoulders, and his other one around my lower back.
"Probably something I should regret, but worth it, Sky babe." I kiss him again and pull away and let my hand hover over the shoulder.
"This one, right?"
"Don't even know your husband's broken parts," he teases.
"It's this one." My eyes well unexpectedly, and I swallow, and he kisses my cheek and holds me closer.
"Don't worry,” he murmurs. “I'll get on your good insurance, and I'll see somebody. No big deal."
I wrap both arms around him. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I know." He holds my head against his shoulder. "That's because you're sweet, McD. " His lips move over my hair. "People are intimidated by you. I hear them talk as I’m there on the first floor and people walk around. I know everybody thinks you're powerful and sexy, and good God, Twitter is obscene." I can tell feel him laugh as he says that. "But you're a sweet one. That's your secret. Like a donut with the jelly filling."
My dick twitches, and I guess he feels it, because he laughs and then he reaches down to close his hand around me.
"That's adorable, Sky babe. You know that right? I just got you hard with the words 'jelly filling.'"
I give a hoarse laugh. Then I rub my face against his shoulder.
"It's your voice," I tell him. "Not the words."
"If I say them again," he whispers roughly, "will it get you harder?"
"I don't know." I'm grinning like an idiot, even as I lean my head down and I whisper, "Maybe you should try it."