Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 133738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Just let it go.
With a guttural noise, he slid his hand into her hair and held her mouth to his.
The kiss he gave her had depth, it was wet, but there was only a little heat because they’d both just come, she’d gotten him over his fuckup, she’d had a tough day, and he needed to let his girl sleep.
So, he ended it and tucked her face into his neck.
“You good?” she asked.
“So good,” he answered.
“Good,” she whispered and snuggled closer. “’Night, Danny.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
It didn’t take long before the pill started working, but Mag fought it.
Until he felt Evie slide into dreamland.
Only then did he let go and join her.
Chapter Sixteen
Cinnamon Marshmallow Clusters
Evie
I woke up with Mag’s mouth on my neck and his hand gliding over my belly.
When I opened my eyes, I saw dark and I didn’t know if it was because it was still night or it was early morning.
I didn’t care what it was, not with Mag touching me the way he was.
“Honey?” I called sleepily, reaching for him.
“You were snoring,” he murmured against my neck.
Oh my God.
Oh no.
Snoring was bad.
I knew people who broke up with a partner who snored.
And there I was, snoring during our first sleep-together!
“Fuckin’ cute,” he kept murmuring as his fingertips slid under the elastic of my panties and skated across skin.
Oo.
That felt nice.
Apparently, my snoring wasn’t a turnoff.
My hands encountered skin too (which almost felt better, but not quite) as I whispered, “Only you would think snoring is cute.”
“Mm,” he hummed.
Okay.
He was in a mood.
And I was totally in that same mood.
Oh yeah.
My hips shifted to give nonverbal instructions to his hand.
But it only served to make Mag give verbal instructions.
“Take these off,” he growled, tracing his fingers to my hip and tugging my panties.
I did not hesitate a nanosecond.
He pulled away and removed his sling.
I got those panties gone.
He tossed the covers from us and rolled back to me.
Just…
Lower.
Oh.
My.
God.
Yes!
An important thought pushed through my sleepy-morning-sex-Mag-was-about-to-go-down-on-me haze and I started, “Your…”
I was going to finish arm but didn’t because his mouth closed over me.
Yes.
Yes.
Yesyesyesyesyes.
He was good at that.
Right from the get-go!
I slid my fingers in his awesome hair.
Mag ate me, and he did it tremendously, and he kept doing it until I exploded, bursting into molecules, and it felt so good, I didn’t care I was nothing but a loosely connected mass of happy atoms, floating in the air.
When I was still coming down, he rolled off and up to lie back on the pillows.
I rolled over and on.
“Baby,” he murmured, his hands tracking up the tops of my thighs that were straddling his hips.
“Condom,” I mumbled, sliding my hands all over his freaking phenomenal chest.
Good to look at.
Way better to touch.
“That was for you. You don’t have to—”
I put my lips to his and demanded, “Condom.”
He didn’t make me ask again.
In fact, I had to lift up because he reached to his nightstand.
He then pulled out a ribbon of condoms that, in the shadows of the rising sun (it was dawn, I still didn’t care), looked about a yard long.
I would have laughed.
But I was too focused to laugh.
I took them from him, tore one off, released it from its sleeve and took my time at his cock, gliding it on, among other things.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his hands now at my hips, thumbs digging into my hip bones, his gaze hot and bothered and roaming all over me. “Taste you. See you. Feel you. Smell you. Too much. Stop playing and claim that, Evie.”
He was good with his mouth, I wanted to give him good with my hand.
But his dick was so hard, so hot, it felt so damned good, I knew it felt even better inside, so I wanted to claim that.
Claim him.
So I did.
Positioning him, I bore down and as I did, his hips surged up.
Powerfully.
Whoa.
Wow.
He felt amazing inside, the way he filled me.
Beautiful.
I rode him and I clenched him, and I touched him with a single-minded purpose.
Mag was about dual purpose, however, his thumb finding my clit.
I bent over him again, moving on him, and shared, “I wanna watch you come.”
“Yeah, and I wanna watch you come.”
“But if I come before you come, I won’t be able to concentrate on watching you.”
His words were deep, a little rough, but amused when he noted, “This isn’t the last time we’re gonna do this, baby.”
Oh.
Right.
Well then.
Onward.
My clit was still so sensitized by him going down on me, not to mention the friction against his cock and the banging at the base, in the end, I came before he did, and I missed his show.
But.
Whatever.
I’d have another shot.
I was careful not to collapse on him when it was over. I just rested against him, making sure to shift my weight to his healthy side.
Though I did burrow my face into his neck since he smelled good.