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)
But what she needs must not be what she’s getting, because her hair trigger’s not going off. Through all that bliss, frustration tightens her expression. She leans forward with her hands still braced on my chest, her hips still circling but her eyes squeezing closed and her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Then she just fucking kills me with a pained whimper, like she’s reaching for something she can’t touch.
“Tell me what you need, Maxine.” Because I need to give it to her.
“I’m not tall enough,” she pants. “Will you sit up so I can kiss you again?”
Fuck yes. I jack up to sitting, dragging my shirt over my head as I go. She gasps, moaning as the change in position pushes me deeper. Her body’s shaking when I wrap my arm tight around her waist. My other hand grips her ass, begins lifting and lowering her onto my cock, making sure her clit’s rubbing up against me just right.
“Want me to help out here, too?” I ask with my mouth against hers.
Her breaths trembling, she nods. “I love it when you hold me like this.”
“Like what?” I’ll make sure to always do it.
“When you’re inside me, and you hold me against you so tight. Like you won’t let me go until you’re done getting what you need.”
“If it means being done, then I ain’t ever letting you go,” I tell her gruffly.
Maxine makes a soft sound like something inside her crumples, then she’s kissing me again, her mouth hungry and fierce. She slicks her hot tongue over mine and I’m done for, just fucking done for, barely holding back as I drag her up the length of my erection and grind her back down, rubbing up into her real good each time.
Christ, I ain’t going to last. Ain’t gonna last even another minute.
Raw lust clenches hard at the base of my spine. She’s quaking against me, gasping and moaning into our kiss—then going still as her cunt constricts around my aching flesh tight enough to make my head explode. Groaning into her mouth, I fuck into her as she comes, and that goddamn miracle of a pussy destroys the last of my control, my release pumping out of me with every thrust.
But though my hips slow, I can’t stop kissing her. It’s Maxine who draws back a little, face flushed and her gaze searching mine—looking painfully shy and hesitant, though my cock’s still buried in her cunt and I still haven’t let her go. Though I made it clear I ain’t ever going to.
“What is it you’re needing now, angel? I’ll give it.”
Still she looks uncertain, and her reply is barely a husk of sound. “Is it… Is it okay if I touch you?”
Because she hasn’t. All the while I’ve been kissing her, Maxine’s hands have been fisted at her thighs. Even when she braced her palms on my chest, riding me, I was wearing my shirt. The rest of the time, she’s been so damn careful not to touch my skin. Because I told her never to.
So she never has.
My heart fills with hot lead and I wonder if I’ll ever pay enough for all I did to her. My angel. My wife. All this time, believing I don’t want her touch, when the truth is there’s not a fucking thing in this world that I want more.
Voice raw, I tell her, “I’d love it if you touched me.”
A smile bursts across her face but as she lifts her trembling fingers to my jaw, the uncertainty doesn’t vanish. “But let me know if my hands are too cold, okay?”
“Ah fuck, Maxine, no,” I groan as the hot lead in my chest turns to agony, catching her hand and bringing it to my lips, wishing I could unsay every fucking thing I ever said. She’s not just thinking I don’t want her to touch me but that I’m also revolted by her touch? Like a dead fish. Christ, I don’t deserve her. Don’t deserve anything from her. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. You were an angel to me in the barn and I shit all over you, because every time you touched me, it felt so damn good. But I didn’t want to feel good, not after Crash. And I sure as hell didn’t deserve to.”
Her smile becomes tremulous. “What about now?”
“I’m not in the same place.” I still don’t deserve her, but I’m sure as fuck never going to push her away again. “Now all I care about is what you need, Maxine—and what’ll make you feel good. Nah, fuck. Good ain’t good enough. So you tell me what’s going to make you feel better than you did just a bit ago, because it seemed for a while there, you were having trouble chasing your come. Was there something missing? Or was it just thinking that I don’t want you to touch me?”