Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
His fingers teased my wet slit through my panties, before he nudged the thin fabric aside.
“Why are you doing this?” I breathed.
“You tell me.”
“Because you love to torture me.”
His tongue licked a tantalizing trail of desire up my neck and another shiver rolled down my spine. My toes curled in my shoes.
“No,” Maddox said, his voice taking a deeper undertone. “Because you look so fucking cute when you’re jealous, and I just want to eat you up and watch you come.”
He shoved a finger inside me, and I gasped.
My back arched, and my eyes squeezed shut at the sudden penetration. I was wet and ready, as the single digit slid in and out of me. My sex tightened around the intrusion, as he slowly pushed a second finger into me. “And that’s exactly what you’re going to do for me. You’re going to sit here, with your legs spread, and you’re going to let me finger-fuck you because you want it. Because you like being my naughty, naughty girl.”
In frantic need, I reached out for him, and my fingers dug into his thigh. He hissed and then chuckled. “Can you hear how wet you are?” he teased in my ear. “Feel how wet you are…”
Jesus Christ!
“You love being fucked in public, like the dirty little minx you are.” Maddox taunting did nothing but heighten my arousal, causing a warm fuzziness in my stomach and a pool of desire gathering between my thighs. “Your pussy is practically begging for my cock. Feel how tight it is around my fingers, how hard it’s clenching and seeking for something harder and bigger.”
Soaked… needy… gasping… wanting…
His thumb circled around my clit, and he rubbed me, as I ground my core against his hand. I wanted to be reminded that I belonged to him, that he was mine.
Wanton need filled me, as I rode his fingers, shamelessly, in a public library where anyone could have caught us. Maddox made me lose control and all sense of decency. He made me want filthy things; he made me crave him in the most dangerous way. My core tightened, and I locked eyes with him.
My heart thudded.
Maddox’s expression was hard with lust, his blue eyes flashing with molten desire. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing ever, and when his gaze lowered between my legs, I let out a small whimper.
His fingers curled inside me, hitting the sweet, sensitive spot that had my eyes rolling back in my head. Maddox let out a grunt, before his lips attacked mine. “Lila,” he rasped into the kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Drive.” Kiss. “Me.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Crazy.”
The feeling was mutual.
The buildup to my orgasm was quick, and I almost groaned in disappointment, because I had wanted it to last. I wanted him to keep his hand between my legs, and his lips on mine.
A loud groan escaped past my full lips when he ground the heel of his palm against my clit. A storm brewed inside of me, hot and intense. My fingers wrapped around his wrist of the same hand he was using on me. My nails dug into his flesh so hard, I was sure I drew blood.
“Oh God, Maddox!” His mouth slammed against mine, swallowing my moans, before anyone could hear them. I almost bit his tongue, as I shuddered and writhed against the fullness of his fingers inside me. He strummed and played with every nerve in my body like he owned them.
“Come for me,” Maddox said, his voice low. A hot wave of pleasure zinged through me, before crashing like a rough, violent tide.
His thrusts were brutal, relentless, as he brought me to the brink of orgasm.
I fell. Hard. I landed. Harder. I cried out and wept into his kiss, as I found my release, my whole body spasming. The intensity of my climax blinded me for mere seconds, before the world fell into balance again.
I came down from my high, my vision blurring and my heart hammering into my rib cage. My body was still twitching from the aftermath of my orgasm. Maddox groaned and pulled away from the kiss. My lips felt tender and swollen.
He pulled out of me and stroked my folds gently, before he brought his hand up to my mouth. His eyes were dark and daring; he waited. My lips parted and wrapped around his wet, glistening fingers. The taste of my own arousal took me by surprise; my clit swelled and pulsed. This was so… dirty, but I licked his fingers clean.
“Good girl,” he praised in a low rasp. I hummed in response, as Maddox cupped the back of my head and kissed me. I forgot where he started and I began or whose air I was breathing. His or mine. My heart missed its beats.
This kiss was pure… raw… so intense, it bled through us, sinking under our flesh and into our bones. If this ever came to an end, I’d never forget the feel of his lips on mine. Strong, full, needy. Mine.