Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
My eyes don’t leave his, watching him take off his clothes, item by item, waiting for him to get to the undershirt he always wears when a long-sleeve dress shirt is involved. Tonight, said shirt slips over his head easily since the top two buttons are undone at his throat and he folded the sleeves back to show off the tattoos on his forearms. Mace isn’t what you’d call a gym rat, more inclined to run or swim on the days he can’t make it his usual three days a week. The benefits are that his strength allows him to pick me up and carry me anytime he pleases, which seems to happen more and more lately.
“Mace.” I hear the clink of his belt, the whoosh of his pants as they drop to the floor at the same time I rip my dress over my head, not wanting to lose sight of the striptease he’s giving me. New ink has been added on the inside of his left arm, a simple elegant script, and I’m just now noticing it. “What did you do?” It’s red around the edges.
“I have Von on me. Only fair that I have the other piece of my heart permanently etched onto my body, too.” Von’s name is on his left pec near his heart.
“It’s beautiful and an interesting place to get a tattoo. I’m sure it hurt as well,” I respond, fishing for why it’s in that spot instead of coming out and asking like any normal person would. I step forward. We’re both naked. His cock is hard, practically sitting at his navel with a slight curve that, believe me, feels fucking incredible when he’s using it deep inside me.
“I’ll do you one better and show you.” He raises his arm, hand going to his shoulder, and that’s when it clicks into place.
“Mace.” I’m stunned silent. He sleeps with an arm over his heart, always has, even from the very beginning.
“I think about you all day, no question about it, but this way, you’ll always know, even when I’m sleeping, I’m carrying you in my heart.” Jesus, he’s taking my breath away yet breathing air into my lungs all at the same time.
“Well, then it’s only fair I show you how appreciative I am of you.” I drop to my knees, which puts me at eye level with his length. My tongue darts out, licking a path from the base where his balls hang heavy, cupping them with one hand, my other moving around the back of his leg for purchase. The thick vein that runs his length is calling my name. My tongue traces it until I reach the head, thick and ready. There’s already a bead of pre-cum glistening.
“Jesus Christ, siren.” Mace’s hand touches the crown of my head, fingers clenching my hair. He wants me to take his length all the way to the back of my throat. I’ve only done this once since we’ve been back together, and I’ve been craving his taste. I don’t give him exactly what he wants, though. I lick around the tip, even if I’m only making myself yearn to take what Mace is so willingly offering. It isn’t until he rocks his hips that my mouth engulfs the head of his cock, sucking hard, knowing there’s a shit ton more of his cum to give.
I make a humming noise as I move my fingers on his balls, cupping them how I know he likes until they’re pressing against the base of his thick and heavy girth, fingers barely touching the others when I wrap it around his length. That’s when I start using my mouth in earnest, sliding back and forth, hallowing my cheeks, not going deep enough to appease him, though. See, Mace likes to quite literally fuck my throat, and I’m not at that point yet, not after all of the teasing he’s done to me lately. Turnabout is fair play and all that jazz.
“Tyra.” It’s deep and guttural grunt. I take him all at once, moving my hand out of the way, using the back of his thick thighs as I breathe through my nose and take him to the back of my mouth, and I swear his tip engorges further at this moment in time. “Enough!” He moves me off his cock, hands using my hair as leverage to pull me away even though my mouth is wide open, begging to suck him again.
“That’s not fair, Mace. It’s my turn to make you come.” A throbbing between my legs builds at the thought of what could have happened if he let me continue sucking his dick.
“My cum down your throat won’t get you pregnant, siren.” He helps me up until I’m standing, turning us around until my body is facing the bed. “Get on the bed, Tyra.” My eyes flutter closed at his command, and I do as he says because my body is starved and there’s only one person who can satiate my hunger. And he’s coming right at me.