Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“You’re so good at this,” he murmurs against my pussy. “Knowing what you want. Trusting me to give it to you. Take it, Tiny.”
I’m failing at the only thing I feel like I’ve always been good at. It’s so nice to hear I might be good at something else.
It’s nice to be praised for something other than a test score, a degree, a line on a résumé.
Desire thunders through my body. Tuck’s second finger slides inside me at the same moment he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit.
The orgasm detonates deep inside me. I shout Tuck’s name as the shockwaves hit, shoving me off a cliff so high I’m scared of what the impact might be when I hit the ground.
But for several loud, hard heartbeats I just fall, plummeting with heart-churning speed into sensation so sweet it has a bite to it. Tuck plays gently with my pussy, even as he curses.
“Fuck, Tiny, the feel of you tightening around me like this. Fuck. Fuck.”
When I’m finally able to open my eyes again, I glance down and see Tuck looking at me.
“See?” I pant. “I can be a good girl.”
The muscle in his jaw works. He straightens and rises to his feet. He begins to unbutton his pants. “Think you can suck dick like one too?”
I just came, but I feel a fresh wave of arousal pool in my center. Licking my lips, I glance at his long, broad fingers as they yank down his zipper. “If you ask nicely.”
He throws back his head and laughs. “On your knees, Tiny. Please.”
nine
. . .
Tuck
Kryptonite
We are playing with fire.
Fucking her is bad enough. But then she has to go and make me laugh like I haven’t in years.
I want her so bad it almost makes me angry. She shouldn’t trust me. She shouldn’t have let me into her apartment. She’s young. Soft. Romantic.
I am the opposite of those things.
Christ, I’m so hard right now I could scream.
Maren tosses her hair over her shoulder as she gets on her knees. She’s eager, totally unrestrained, a smile on those full lips like she’s genuinely enjoying herself. She looks up at me, all sated doe-eyes and flushed cheeks, and I feel a stab of satisfaction.
Hooking up with my nanny is a bad idea. But the fact that I made her feel comfortable enough to put herself out there like this? That I made her come so hard she literally yelled my name?
Feels real fucking good.
I reach inside my pants and briefs and grab my dick. I’m so swollen and hot I’m going to have to be careful not to come in her mouth like a goddamn teenager.
I got one night with this girl, I’m gonna fuck her right. Show her how she should be fucked, so she doesn’t mess around with the wrong guys. A girl like Maren—sweet, caring, good—deserves someone good in return.
Tonight, that someone is me.
Tomorrow’s a different story. But she gets that. We both do. We won’t feel this way then anyway. She’ll be out of my system and I’ll be out of hers. Simple as that.
Which means I ain’t leaving a damn thing on the table tonight.
She licks her lips as she watches me pull myself out of my pants. Her eyes go wide.
“Holy shit, Superman.”
Smirking, I give myself a long, lazy tug, making a drop of precum emerge from my tip. My eyes move to those full lips of hers. I’m gripped by an idea that’s wrong. Weird. Possessive.
Hot. Something tells me sunshine girl would be into it.
“Why do you think I wanted to warm you up?” I ask.
“So modest.”
“Just honest.” I thumb the precum off my tip and reach down, smearing it on her bottom lip. My chest squeezes when her eyes go hazy. Aw, yeah, she’s definitely into it. “You like how I taste?”
Maren runs her tongue along her lip. Slowly. Like she’s savoring me. “You taste like the ocean.”
My heart skips a beat. “How so?”
“Salt. Warmth. Like a sunny day at the beach.”
“I thought I was a nighttime kinda guy.”
Holding back her hair, she leans in. Licks the head of my dick, a slow, thorough exploration. My balls feel like they’re about to explode.
“Funny how an ocean that can be calm in the sun”—she wraps her hand around me and meets my eyes—“roars beneath the stars.”
And then she pumps her hand at the same time she sucks my tip into the tight heaven of her mouth.
“Maren,” I growl, my head falling back as sensation rips through me. Can I fuck her more than once? I’m not gonna last nearly long enough this first go-round. I said one night, not one time.
She tightens her grip on me. Pumps me a little faster. Curling her lips over her teeth, she takes me a little deeper, bobbing her head. My eyes catch on the lean lines of her back as she moves. I glide a hand down her spine, reveling in the softness of her skin.