Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
I moved him even closer, my mouth watering at what I wanted to do, but I glanced up, surprised. “You know Miles and I aren’t like that.”
He snorted. “Not talking about Miles.”
I’d started to reach for his buttons but paused and looked up again. “Who?”
He leaned down, just a little. “The swimmer.”
“Wade?”
He nodded. “Word gets out.” He raised an eyebrow. “You into him?”
“No.” I was done with the conversation.
I undid his jeans and slid the zipper down.
He moaned, his legs moving apart as I slid both his jeans and his boxer briefs down. His dick was right there and fast hardening, and I reached for it. Another groan left him as my hands wrapped around it, and I looked up. He was watching me, his eyes smoldering and fierce.
I began to move my hand over him, rubbing up and down. Up and down. Feeling it harden all the way and as it did, I bent my head, my mouth closing over the top.
He let out a slight hiss of air. “Fuck me.”
I moved down, sucking him into my mouth.
He added, “That feels so good.”
I started moving.
I loved doing this, but only for Cruz. I wasn’t into this for anyone else, though I had done it in the past, but it wasn’t the same. Cruz was different, and I didn’t want to think about that, about why he was different. I loved making him hiss and squirm and curse and how his knees shook at times, and then I really loved when he grasped my head and would take over.
He cursed again, but he pulled out.
I looked up, confused, but he shook his head, tapping me behind my elbow. “Not this time. Get up.”
I smiled back at him, knowingly, as I stood.
He ducked, his shoulder going to my stomach, and he whisked me up. I was thrown over his shoulder and he carried me to the bedroom. And like the last time, I was tossed onto my bed. Unlike the last time, he turned me over so I was on my knees.
My pants were yanked down.
I felt him run a hand over my ass, slow and savoring. “I really love your ass.”
I looked back, half panting. “Hurry up.”
His eyes flashed, but his dick was sticking straight up, and he’d been pulling a condom out. “Oh, no. There will be no hurrying now.”
I groaned, recognizing that look. He’d torture me, and he’d do it all night if he wanted.
Two could do this.
I sat up and moved around so I was facing him.
He settled back, watching me and as he did, I took off my top, feeling his gaze rake over me.
My bra was next, and his eyes were fully melting again. He licked his lips, taking me in before he reached up, one of his hands cupping my breast. “Have I told you how much I love your tits?” He went all the way down, his hand cupping me, his thumb rubbing over one nipple as his mouth took in the other entire breast. He sucked me in, his teeth grazing my nipple and I almost fell back from the sensation. He went with the movement, and he ran a hand down my back, picking me up and laying me more fully so I wasn’t bent at an awkward angle. He moved in, his mouth never leaving my tit until now, until he transferred, taking the other one in his mouth. He smoothed his hand down my stomach, going to my clit, and resting there a moment before his fingers dipped inside.
I closed my eyes as the pleasure was compounding me.
Cruz kept licking, sucking, torturing me as he fingered me. He was leaving hickeys all over my boobs, but I didn’t care. I seriously loved how he could bring me to a climax in a few minutes, but when I was about to climax, my legs lifting from the bed, he pulled his fingers out.
“Wha–”
He rose over me, slapping my legs apart for him, and surged inside of me.
God. I was so full.
He braced himself above me, and a soft curse slipped from him before his mouth found my neck. He went back to tasting me and he began moving.
“So tight. I love fucking you,” he panted next to my ear.
I loved it too, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, raising up to meet his thrusts.
We were both breathing hard. The sounds of downstairs were there, but muted.
Suddenly there was a hard knock at my door.
He went still. “The fuck?”
I squeezed him, keeping him where he was. I touched his chest. “You locked the door.”
“Who the fuck is that?” he grated out.
But he was moving again, and I went with him, looking down at where we were connected.
“Mara!” Another hard knock on the door.
“Why the fuck is Gavin Miller at your door?”