Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I clutch his round ass with one hand and grip his shaft with the other. He soaks in every minuscule movement I make with rapt attention. I almost come just watching him watch me.
Before I take him, I suck his balls, teasing, and he lets out a harsh, breathy curse, “Fuck me.” He pounds a glare in me. “Farrow.”
“You’re impatient,” I tell him.
“Old news.” He combs my wet hair back. “I need you—goddamn.” He swears when I abruptly suck his cock.
Maximoff tries to “fuck my mouth” and thrust forward, but I tighten my grip on his ass and shaft. Maintaining control, my head moves back and forth. I lick the length of him at one point, and he shudders before I take all of him to the back of my throat.
He swallows a groan and rests his forearm on the tile, hand in a fist. His muscles flexed. Nearing the edge. I’m on the same exact one.
We latch eyes—and I taste him. He comes hard, his legs contracted and eyes pierced in a glare at the ceiling before they roll back. Jaw like carved marble and noise trapped in his lungs. He breathes heavily through his nose.
Fuck.
His cum-face is by far my favorite thing. I engrain every second in my mind.
I swallow and milk his climax with my hand. My mouth trails up his waist, sucking his chiseled abs to his chest, and by the time I reach his neck, his mouth descends. Sucking my neck, then his tongue toys with my nipple barbell piercing.
My nose flares, fuck. I flex and watch him suck my nipple.
I brace my shoulder blades on the tile and wipe water out of my face. Keeping a hand on the back of his head as he lowers to his knees.
He drinks in my entire build, my pelvis arched casually towards him. When our gazes hit, I raise my brows. “Need to take a picture?”
Maximoff gives me a middle finger. And then he pushes that finger in my hole—good God. He massages my prostate while his mouth wraps around me. Damn. Nerves ablaze, I start reaching a new height.
I grit down so hard, my jaw aches. Not allowing any noise to escape.
My hand stable on the back of his head, I move him back and forth. Maximoff makes a ragged noise, not excited about me taking charge. His broad shoulders bind, and before I shift, he slides a second finger inside me—fuckfuck. The pressure and nerves well, amplifying.
I breathe hot breath through my nose. On another plane of pleasure. Of intensity. To the point where my hand drops from his head to his neck.
He gains full control of my orgasm.
Consuming me. His hot forest-green eyes fuck me as powerfully as his mouth. My body tightens, and in one surging moment, I release. Hitting a peak. My head on the wall tile, my pulse thumps like heavy bass, and a groan strangles in my chest.
When my mouth does part, I breathe out, “Fuck.”
Maximoff swallows and then rubs me a few times, eking out the tension. My chest rises and falls as I catch my breath. More steam blanketing us in heat.
I remember what Jane said about most people “crushing” on Maximoff. I can believe it. He’s such a man’s man. People either admire him, want to be him, or want to fuck him.
And I never forget that out of everyone, he fell in love with me.
“Game plan,” Maximoff tells me. “I’ll go out first, and then you’ll wait five minutes to leave the bathroom.”
I rub a towel through my damp hair. My smile is fucking killing me. “As adorable as you are sneaking around, you can’t control this. They all know we’re both in here together.”
We can clearly hear chatter in the first lounge. Which is right outside the bathroom. Most of his cousins and the other bodyguards are awake. Oscar even knocked on the door and said, “I need to piss.” That means Akara is now driving. Sulli most likely woke up because she’s notorious for not wanting to miss anything.
And others followed suit.
Maximoff knows all of this.
Yet, he says, “We don’t know that.” He zips up his jeans.
Good luck steering that ship, the security team told me. I almost smile because Maximoff being headstrong is as expected as finding a tree in a forest.
And there’s no reason to ask why he suddenly cares. I’m assuming reality is catching up to him, and he really, really dislikes when people know the details of his sex life.
He can easily talk about sex in generalizations, but when it includes “when” and “where” and “how often” he’s used to shutting down.
I wrap my towel low around my waist. I didn’t bring extra clothes in the bathroom. Leaning on the sink, I say, “How about I leave and you wait five minutes in here?”