Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Dragging off her top, she emerges with flushed cheeks and rosy nipples that are begging for my mouth, and throws me an enquiring glance from beneath her lashes. A husky note of arousal lowers her voice when she asks, “Hands and knees? Or on my back?”
The emotions spinning in my chest wrench to a painful halt.
Shame clogs my throat. Maxine needs me to stop her from hurting. So she came up here, knowing I’d make her feel good…but not expecting me to give her anything more than I’ve already taken.
She deserves so much more.
“No, angel. This won’t be like it was before, when I used you as a fuckhole.” Voice hoarse, I capture her face in my hands. “This is for you. Whatever you want, however you want it. I’ll give it to you.”
Looking up at me, her eyes shine with anticipation and pleasure—and are shadowed by uncertainty. As if she isn’t sure exactly what I mean. As if she still doesn’t know how much she can ask for. Her teeth pinch her bottom lip as her gaze searches my face, and suddenly I know how to show her it’s all different now.
I gruffly ask, “Can I kiss you, Maxine—kiss you real deep and real good?”
Her breath shudders and her eyes become glistening emerald pools. “Please.”
Please. As if she’s been wanting me to. Needing me to. And I can’t even remember what stupid reason I had for ever denying her. I just know I’m a damn fool for letting all these days go by without kissing her like I should have.
Hands sliding into her hair, tilting her head back, I don’t waste another second claiming her mouth now. And fuck, she’s so sweet and hot. Tasting of whiskey and cherries, her body taut and trembling against mine when she rises onto her toes.
Maxine’s not wasting time, either. A hungry sound comes from the back of her throat, then she shucks her jeans and panties with a rasp of her zipper and a shimmy of her hips that rubs her belly against my denim-covered shaft. All the while, I’m kissing her deep and slow, with my fingers tangled in her hair. Every moment, sheer bliss—and an agonizing exercise in restraint. I groan into her mouth when she unfastens my belt, each tug and pull an excruciating tease before she starts on the fly of my jeans. Primitive need clenches the muscles of my lower abdomen in anticipation of her soft hands gripping my cock and stroking the engorged length.
It’s pure torture when she doesn’t touch me. And pure heaven when she pushes closer, my heated flesh wedged against her bare stomach. Her arms come up to link around my neck, then she nearly blows my self-control to kingdom come when she just climbs onto me, hauling herself up and wrapping her legs around my waist—sliding her scorching wet pussy up the length of my shaft as if searching for the tip.
Wrenching my mouth from hers, I rasp against her lips, “This is what’ll make you feel good, angel? You want to ride my cock?”
“I just want you inside me,” Maxine pants, her thighs scrambling on my hips as she tries to lift herself high enough to take me in.
Inside her. So much need surges through my veins that it feels like a jet engine roaring through my head. Getting inside her, making her feel so damn good is all I want, too. But she shouldn’t have to work so hard for it.
The bed’s right behind me. Claiming her lips again, I fall back easy, sending rose petals flying up when I hit the mattress. Maxine gives a startled cry against my mouth, then huffs out a laugh that dissolves into a breathy moan when the new position puts the head of my erection right where she needs it.
Feels so fucking good. But just because she’s wet doesn’t mean she can take me in. “Sit up here on my face, angel, so I can get your pussy ready.”
“I’m so ready,” she breathes before slanting her lips over mine, kissing me deep. Her hips hitch up and down, working the fat tip through her drenched folds—but now she’s too far up, straddling my stomach but her body’s too short to take my cock in while I’m lying flat and she’s kissing me.
With a soft groan of frustration, she sits up, bracing her hands on my chest and scooting back. I’m still wearing my jeans and shirt, but she’s completely bare, and my eyes eat her up the way my mouth ought to be. The red’s gone from her hair, except for a few crimson petals that are tangled up in the brown tresses. Her pink lips are swollen from our kisses, the tips of her breasts tight and rosy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Maxine,” I tell her hoarsely.