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)
So damn soft. Strong too. I feel her muscles work as she moves, drawing taut beneath her skin.
Maren pulls back, my cock falling out of her mouth. Then she angles her head so she can lick me, base to tip, the flat of her tongue leaving a trail of flame along my shaft.
“That.” I reach down to thumb her chin. “I like that. When you taste all of me. How deep can you take it, Tiny?”
Her mouth curls in the wickedest, sauciest smirk I’ve ever seen. “I got you, Superman.”
And then she takes me back into her mouth and closes her eyes like she’s focusing. Using her hand, she pushes me in another inch, another inch, until my head meets with the soft tissue at the back of her throat. She gags, but instead of pulling back this time, she takes me deeper, deeper. So deep tears spill out of her eyes.
But she doesn’t stop. Instead she looks me in the eye and winks.
Fucking winks.
Laughter erupts in my center. “You’re a fucking piece of work, Tiny, you know that?”
Sex with her is fun. Makes me realize just how mercenary sex is with the random women I meet. Gets the job done, sure. At the very least it’s stress relief.
But it never makes me feel like this. Wide awake. Happy to be alive.
Danger.
But I ignore that alarm. I pull out.
“Tuck,” she protests.
I reach behind me to yank my shirt over my head. “You’re too good at that, Tiny, and I don’t wanna come in your mouth. Not this time.”
Dropping my shirt to the floor, it’s my turn to smirk when I catch Maren checking out my bare torso. I’m covered in tattoos. Everything from Katie’s name and birthdate in looping script to Blackbeard’s pirate flag.
I shuck off my pants and briefs. My dick juts from the plane of my hips, obscenely hard, still slick with her saliva.
Maren’s lips part when her eyes catch on the healed burn on my thigh. “Okay, you’re definitely not a teddy bear.”
I laugh. Christ, is this girl ever going to stop making me laugh? My life is heavy, but this—
She is the lightness I didn’t know I needed.
“What happened?” she asks.
I grab her chin in my hand and lean down to kiss her. Hard. “Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you.”
Our breaths hiss between us as I plunder her mouth. She falls back, using her arms to catch herself, and I press forward, climbing over her as she backs up on the bed before finally lying down when her head hits the pillow. Then her hands rove over my chest, stomach. Sides.
Her fingertips glide over a line of script on my right ribs.
“What’s this?” she asks against my lips. “Illegitimi non carborundum?”
My cock screams at the feel of her nipples pressed against my chest. “Don’t let the bastards get you down.”
“I like that. Feel like there’s a story there.”
Of course she’d say that.
Of course she’d be curious.
“There is. But I ain’t got time right now.” Explaining how I got this tattoo—where I was at that time in my life—would also mean letting my guard down. And I can’t let that happen.
She looks at me, raising her arms to wrap them around my neck. She nudges her nose against mine. “I wanna hear it later, then.”
Her fingers glide into the hair at the nape of my neck. I groan, kissing her mouth, her neck. She must like that because her legs fall open and I settle myself between them, melting my hips into hers. My dick presses against her belly. That pressure alone makes my head spin.
Skin to skin. So much fucking skin. I love the feel of her beneath me. I bite her neck, suck on it, and Maren rocks her pelvis, a little moan escaping her lips.
She wants more. And what this girl wants, she gets.
I reach down to hike her leg over my side so she’s spread nice and wide. Then I lift my hips and grab my dick. I need to get a condom, but I don’t want to stop yet. She licked me dry anyway. No precum to worry about.
I guide my head down the length of her slit. She’s swollen. Hot. The heaviness between my legs pounds in time to my frantic pulse.
Danger danger danger.
But then Maren makes that sweet moaning sound again. Her hips roll, begging for more, and I give it to her, gliding my head up and down. Down and up. I press it to her clit. Circle it there.
“You feel so good,” she whispers, arcing her thumb over my cheek.
The tenderness of her touch makes my chest crumple.
I’m guiding myself down the length of her pussy when her hips suddenly punch upward. I’m pressing forward and she presses back, and before I know what’s happening I’m notched at her entrance and I slip inside her an inch. Maybe less. But it’s enough to give me a sense of just how tight and soft she feels.