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)
“It’s my turn.” I move my hand back to his length, squeezing it at the base, using my knees to scoot closer, holding it as I bring the head of his cock to my entrance, and slowly slide down. Mace knows I’m killing us both with how I’m dragging this out. Centimeter by centimeter I sink down, thighs spreading wider to accommodate his length inside me, and when I close my eyes in complete and total rapture, I can feel every nuance of Mace’s cock, the slight curve hitting me in the most delicious way when my body is finally sunk all the way down. Of course, Mace ups the ante, continuing his ministrations on my clit, and when I feel a breath of air around my nipple right before his mouth surrounds the tip, pulling it in his mouth, my hands go to the back of his head, holding him to me. The overload of everything I’m feeling is bubbling closer to the surface, thighs burning as I slide up and down his cock, Mace slamming me down, hitting a spot so deep inside me that I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
“Yes, more, harder, faster.” I beg for everything, unsure of what I really need, but clearly, he does. He bites my nipple harder while simultaneously pinching my clit. My body bucks, working for the orgasm that we both so clearly need, and when my body quivers, my back arches and I tip my head back, moaning, “Mace, I’m coming!” Which clearly, he is, too, because I feel the heated blast of his cum jetting inside me.
“Tyra.” His lips finding mine, and we kiss one another as our bodies come down from what can only be described as euphoria.
TWENTY-NINE
Mace
“Time to wake up, sleepyhead.” I slap her ass, trying to get Tyra up and moving this morning. I’ve already been out to stop at a clothing store Wylder’s Casino and Hotel has on site, figuring she wouldn’t want to be doing the walk of shame out of here. The clothes I bought aren’t anything fancy—a shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and some flip-flops. Then I went to the coffee shop knowing that Tyra doesn’t like to drink coffee from the pot in a hotel room, not when she doesn’t have the cream she prefers in reaching distance. Now I’m back in the room, clothes, coffee, and muffins in the living room, waiting for her to finally get out of bed. Tyra and Von both sleep like the dead. No matter what you do, waking them takes an ungodly amount of patience as well as perseverance.
We wore each other out through the night, both of us greedier than ever. It could have something to do with hotel sex and it being hotter than ever. There’s something to be said when you’re away from your own house and in the luxury of a hotel. You don’t have to worry about the water running cold as your woman is bent over, palms of her hands to the floor, and you’re gripping her hips as you fuck her with wild abandonment. When we finally made it to bed, my cock wedged between the cheeks of her ass, Tyra pushed it back, wanting more, and who was I to deny her?
“Go away. Need more sleep.” I’ve already pulled the sheet down until her bare body is completely in my view. She rolls over, one leg cocked to the side, one arm over her eyes, shielding herself from the morning sunlight.
“Apparently, I’m going to have to kiss Sleeping Beauty until she wakes up.” I step out of my shoes thinking I won’t be taking the lips she thinks I will. My hands circle her ankles, grasping them and pulling on them until Tyra’s ass meets the edge of the bed. I hike her legs over my shoulders, flicking her clit with my tongue. She hums her happiness with eyes still closed, but at least her arm isn’t shielding her eyes anymore. I tease her, backing off her clit, moving to the lips of her pussy, sucking one in my mouth before moving to the other, seeing if she’ll finally get the memo that an orgasm won’t be in sight until I see those gorgeous green eyes of hers. Fuck, her hands aren’t even in my hair yet, so I know she’s not ready.
“Mace.” A low purr laced with sleep mumbles in the air.
“Siren, you want what my mouth can give you, those eyes better be focused on mine.” The demand does something to her at least. Her hands squeeze her tits, fingers pulling on her nipples. My mouth surrounds her clit, sucking it lightly before I pull away and then do it again, harder this time. My fingers dig into her ass, pulling her closer to where I’m on my knees in front of her body that I could so easily slide inside of if only I took my jeans off. Fuck, I wouldn’t even have to do that; a button and a zipper are the only things standing in my way.