Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Is that right? Two orgasms your max?” He dips his head closer to mine. His question makes me pause, my mind drawing a blank at trying to remember the last time I ever got off more than once in the past.
“I’m pretty sure with a partner, it’d be once and only once. On my own, two has been my limit,” I reply, moving one of my hands off his arm. Just as I’m about to touch the dog tags around his neck, his hand captures mine and he brings it to his lips.
“Next round, I want your hands fucking your pussy while your mouth is wrapped around my cock until you orgasm, then I’m going to eat you again. After that, you’ll get me inside of you to round out your third orgasm,” he states before lifting off of me. “Gotta take care of the condom. Be right back.” He presses his mouth against mine, and when his tongue slides along my upper lip, a small gasp infiltrates the quietness in the room. He takes the opportunity to deepen our kiss. What started out as something light turns hot and heavy. My hands lock in his hair, keeping him close to me, turning this into a full-on make-out session. He drags his cock lazily in and out of my pussy, spurring me on even further.
“Fuckin’ condom. Stay here, just like that, Drena.” Kade pulls away, leaving me bare and bereft. I somehow manage to do as he asks when all I want to do is run after him. Jesus, I’m hooked, and we’ve only been together once.
2 Kade
“Drena.” She’s out like a fucking light, dead to the world, head tucked into the crook of my shoulder. It didn’t take much convincing to get her to spend the night, probably because we were both depleted of any and all energy after the last round.
“Shhh.” I’d let her keep sleeping, except her damn phone keeps vibrating. It’ll go through a cycle, stop, and then pick back up again.
“Babe, I’d love nothing more than to wake you up with my mouth between your legs but your phone has other plans.” She sits up, nearly taking out my jaw in the process. I move quickly to avoid a bruise and watch as she crawls over me on her hands and knees, completely naked, her ass in the air. Damn, all the things I’d like to do to her in this position.
“Shit, what time is it?” Her voice is thick with sleep, making my cock thicken. I’ve been awake for hours, staying as still as possible as she quietly slept. The military ingrained an internal clock in our bodies, and even though I’m out now and have been for a couple of months, nothing has changed. It was a lost cause trying to untangle my body from hers. One small move, and she’d sink closer, whisper something incoherent only to settle back down. I stayed where I was since moving wasn’t an option and watching her sleep like a creep was all I could do.
“Almost seven.” She drops flat to her stomach, hand reaching her jeans and digging out her phone.
“Why the hell is anyone calling me this damn early? I don’t have to be at work until two,” she grumbles. Her day might be starting off rough by waking up earlier than what I assume she’s used to. As for me, well, my day keeps getting better and better. “Oh, for fuck's sake, it’s my mother.” Annoyance laces her tone of voice.
I might not have a mom, but I have a father, a shit one, too. There’s a reason my feet moved me to a recruiter’s office the second the ink on my high school diploma was dry. The man thinks he walks on water, will use anyone he can, male or female, as a steppingstone to get what he wants. We severed ways when I joined. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps. Too fucking bad I wanted nothing to do with his type of bullshit. My first stop was testing and I passed with flying fucking colors. The Army Rangers wanted me and I gave them my life for the past eighteen years. In return, I received a paycheck, invested wisely, and when I was medically discharged, my place on the beach was paid off. I’m getting a nice little package, and life is good, really fucking good now that I think about it.
“Everything okay?” She doesn’t respond. The only thing she’s focused on is texting back whoever was blowing up her phone. Drena’s stomach is lying on my cock. I lift my hips, and my hand slides along the back of her thigh, moving closer to her ass.
“Yes, no, maybe. My mother is insisting to have brunch today. Who brunches in the middle of the week? She knows my hours at the music house are from two to eight Monday through Friday. It’s not like I work a normal nine to five.” She slides backwards, dropping her phone back on the pile of clothing. In doing so, my hand cups her ass, thumb sliding between her thighs, and I feel her heat. “Kade.” I still what I’m doing. The tone of her voice is different than last night. While there’s still a yearning for more, there’s also something else.