Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
He’s right. My sister has always been protective of me, and I’m not one of her children. So her protection for her own child will be a force to be reckoned with. I turn to look at Max and find him watching me with sleepy eyes.
“I’d like to kiss you,” I tell him.
Then, in one swift movement, he picks me up, so my body is lying on his.
“So kiss me, pretty.”
“Pretty?” I smile at him.
“Yes, it’s what you are. Pretty, intelligent, and strong, amongst many other things. But pretty”—he brushes my hair from my face—“is the one I favor the most right now. Especially as those mossy-green eyes stare back at me.”
I do as he asks with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever. Kissing Max has become one of my favorite things. So I lean in, my lips hovering above his, teasing him. But Max is used to getting what he wants—he is a king, after all.
His hands frame my face, and he tucks the loose hair behind each ear before he pulls me a little bit farther down, and our lips touch. It’s soft at first and all-consuming, just a simple kiss from unpretentious lips. My tongue slides out and licks over his lips, and he opens instantly.
Lying atop, I feel every inch of him harden below me. And I can’t help but move my body like it’s been electrified, and every part of it is on fire, wanting and needing to be extinguished but in the most exhilarating of ways. And I know for a fact he can do exactly that.
He breaks our kiss as he pulls my head back.
“Are you sure?” he asks, knowing what I need without any declaration.
I simply smile before I sit up and pull my shirt from my body. Max lifts one hand, cups my breast, and massages before tweaking my nipple. Lifting away to stand above him, I shove my pants down my legs. At first, he doesn’t move. He simply lies there watching me. But as soon as I’m completely naked, he sits up and, with one hand, he pulls off his shirt, throws it to the side, then tugs me straight back down.
Our lips find each other again, and those very same hands that were holding my face skim down the sides of my body until they reach my ass. He grips it with both hands, squeezes, then smacks my ass. Hard.
I yelp, and I feel him smile against my lips.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks.
“No,” I answer, and he flips me to my back, so he’s hovering over me.
“Good, that means we don’t have to take it easy.”
“Easy?” I murmur, lost in the lust that’s overtaking me.
When he smirks, it’s full of promises that I know he will deliver. I’ve been with two men in my life—one didn’t know how to find my clit, and the other, I was so lost in, that I think I was willing to accept the bare minimum.
I won’t do that anymore.
If I give myself to someone, I want everything in return. A fair exchange. And I have a feeling Max will try to give me everything I could ever think to want.
I just wish the same could be said for Grim.
Is it possible to love two men at the same time? I’m not entirely sure, but I have a feeling that’s exactly where I’m headed. And I’m not going to complain about it, either.
One is always going to be a mystery, while the other is currently leaning down and biting my breast, lavishing me with his full attention. He takes my nipple into his mouth, then pops it out and does the exact same to the other. I lift my hips so I can feel him between my legs, even though he’s still wearing his trousers, and he meets me halfway.
I start to grind against him, and his hands find mine, pinning them above my head and securing them together in a tight yet gentle grip. His other hand skirts down my body until it reaches the top of my pussy. He slides through my folds and easily slips a finger into my core. Though I fight to keep it trapped, a moan escapes between my lips. His mouth is still working on each breast, sometimes wandering up to my neck, only to suck and kiss his way back down to my pebbled nipples.
I’ve never been in this position before, giving someone full control of my body. I was taught that my body is a vessel and only I know it best, but Max sure as shit knows what he’s doing and I’m not sure I ever want to stop him.
“Tell me, pretty, do you want my mouth on you?” I’m stunned by his question, but nod anyway. “What your sweet pussy wants, it gets.” He presses another kiss to each nipple before he stands and removes his trousers. And when he’s fully bare, I’m met with a large cock. Holy shit.