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)
“What? Why can’t we go out? Is it work?” Tyra’s wearing another one of her dresses, this one short, unlike last one, with another slit up to her Goddamn waist. My hand is already itching to feel her smooth skin, to see if the tips of my fingers will meet some form string-like fabric or if she’s bare beneath. I’m not so secretly hoping it’s the latter.
“Fuck no, it’s not work. Tonight is for you and me, nothing and nobody else. You asked for time with just the two of us.” The words come out harsher than I was aiming for, and the way she takes a step back lets me know I’ve fucked up. I soften my tone as I walk towards her, until her back meets the wall. My hand closes the door, locking the deadbolt, and then I’m on the prowl. “Christ, look at you, siren. If I take you out, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my hands off you. Every man will be eye-fucking you.” I move one hand to the side of her neck, sweeping the hair away so I can hold her there, the other goes to her waist, moving the fabric out of my way. The need to feel as much of her body as I can is my only thought, and there is zero hesitation in her eyes now that I’ve explained my reasoning.
“Mace, I’m pretty sure you’re wrong about other guys looking at me.” When I find nothing beneath her dress, a low groan escapes me. The need to drop to my knees, hike her thigh on my shoulder, and taste her takes ahold of me.
“Siren, you have no idea how sexy you are or what other men are capable of thinking.” The backs of my fingers slide along the skin of her thigh. I’m going to find out what exactly she’s wearing underneath her dress.
“Mace.” Her eyes were on mine until she realized where my hand was moving. Her left hand circles my wrist, holding on to it like a lifeline. Seeing her ring finger bare without her wedding ring is a kick in the gut, and I promise myself that no matter how long it takes, one day soon, she’ll have a ring back on her finger. Something new, not one that will make her think of the past and the wrongs I’ve done to her.
“Make a choice, Tyra. We go out, or I’ll get on my knees and bury my head between your thighs.” I push two fingers inside her tight, wet heat after realizing there is no a scrap of fabric to stop me. Tyra’s eyes close, and her is chest heaving, practically offering me to rip the strings of her dress and suck on her pink nipples. “Eyes. I want your eyes on me as you come on my fingers.” I make the decision for her, at least for right now. There’s no way I’m going to leave her hanging after feeling her pussy spasm when I mentioned getting on my knees.
“It’s too much. I’m going to come.” I take in everything surrounding the beauty before me—her dark hair, her hooded eyes, her moistened lips, realizing I’ve yet to kiss her today.
“Come for me, siren,” I demand right before I take her mouth with mine. She tastes sultry and sweet, a fucking contradiction all wrapped in one dynamite package. Tyra’s pussy ripples around my fingers, and I know another sweep of my thumb on her clit will have her falling apart.
“Mace!” Her head tips back, lips pulling away from my own, I watch as she comes with total abandonment, not holding back, and I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her tightness, dragging her orgasm out until her legs can barely hold her up.
“Fuck, yeah, we’re staying in tonight. I want to watch you do that three more times,” I state. Our reservation is a distant thought. The cancellation fee is worth it to have Tyra like this all through the night.
“Please.” She wraps her legs around my waist while my fingers are still inside her, and I walk us towards her bedroom.
TWENTY-FOUR
Tyra
The moment Mace places me on my feet, I attack, my mouth latching on to his while I pull at his shirt. “Hurry, get this off,” I mutter against his lips, only backing off when he pulls it over his head, dropping it to the ground.
“Dress, siren.” He reminds me that I’m still dressed as well. I tug at the zipper on the side until it’s down, wiggling my arms to drop the straps. Gotta love a built-in bra, and because I was going out with Mace tonight, I didn’t worry about wearing panties either. The reward I’ve already reaped was well worth it. I gather the skirt of my dress in my hands, bunching the fabric so I can yank it over my head, the need to taste Mace on my tongue, making me all the more desperate.