Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
He buries his face into my pussy.
My moan catches in my throat. My intoxicated mind is a little slow, but the moment it catches up, I’m gripping the railings and he’s got my legs around his shoulders and his tongue so deep in me I can’t contain my screams of pleasure. I don’t care who hears.
I don’t give a fuck.
His tongue torments me with perfect swirls and jabs, and his lips suck and pull until I’m trembling and shaking as an orgasm gets so close I almost want to push it back so I can feel this for a second longer. Mykel doesn’t pause, though. He eats my pussy like a goddamned hungry man, and I’m not at all ungrateful.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
And god, does he do it well.
When I orgasm, I do so clutching his hair, my body trembling in his arms. He doesn’t pull his mouth from my flesh until I’m weak in his grasp, with no strength left. Only then does he stand, pulling me to him and bringing his lips down over mine in a kiss that has my entire world spinning.
“I need to be inside you right fuckin’ now,” he growls.
I don’t waste any time. I tug at his jeans, freeing his cock, and then my legs are back around his waist, and he’s plunging into me without so much as a pause. His cock fills me and my cries fill the night sky. I moan his name as he begins to piston, slowly at first, with long, delicious thrusts that bring my body to the edge. Then he begins a quicker pace, his hips moving a little more frantically.
I can’t take a single second more of it. I come with a ferocity I didn’t know existed. Mykel follows only minutes later, his huge body tensing before he growls a release, dropping his head onto my shoulder.
I can’t help it; I bring my fingers up to his hair and I run them through it. As his head rests on me, I take the moment to show him some affection, to show him he can trust me, to show him that I care. I stroke at his hair, and surprisingly, he lets me do it. He leaves his face in the crook of my neck for minutes before finally pulling back and looking at me. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I smile at him.
And, to my utter delight, he smiles back.
13
WAVERLY
I don’t know what time we fall asleep, but we actually talked beforehand. We laid in his bed after our shower together, where the kissing got so intense that I begged to be fucked again, and, to my delight, Mykel delivered. Then we crawled into his bed and we talked. We talked about Dax and the plan. We talked about my family and his family. We talked about the club and life in general.
It was bloody perfection, and there’s not a single thing I would have done.
He’s opening up to me, things are changing, and I couldn’t be more pleased about it.
I fell asleep knowing that tomorrow would be a better day, and when I woke in the morning to the sounds of birds chirping, and Mykel sleeping beside me, I was right.
I roll, glancing at the big, beautiful man in my bed. He’s so goddamned perfect, and I don’t think he realizes it. Asleep, he looks peaceful, like the pain he carries in his chest isn’t weighing him down. His jaw is slack, his eyes are soft, and his face looks relaxed. I reach over and gently run my fingers over his cheek and lips, and then down his neck to his shoulders. God, he’s well-built; the man has some serious muscles.
“Do you touch everyone while they sleep?” he murmurs, in a husky voice.
I remove my fingers, and then give a little nervous laugh because my god, I had no idea he was awake.
“Was it creepy?” I ask, my voice light.
“Little bit.”
He opens his eyes and looks over at me, and sleepy, he looks even better. I smile down at him, and then push myself up into a sitting position. My head aches a little, and as I recall just how much I drank last night, I shudder.
“How’s the head?” he asks, sitting up and stretching his arms.
“It’s . . . okay. I drank a lot.”
“Figured as much when you jumped me as soon as I walked in.”
“I did not jump you.” I laugh, my cheeks get a little warm.
“You jumped me.”
Cocky bugger. “Well, I’m sure it was worth it.”
“Fuck yeah it was.”
I flush and then rub at my temples. “I’m going to feel this one today.”
“Have a shower, and I’ll make you some breakfast. It’ll help.”
He’s going to make me breakfast.
My heart flutters.
I turn and reach over, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. I unlock it to see twenty-nine missed calls from Dax. I must have had it on silent. Oh god, this can’t be good. This cannot be good at all.