Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Bull,” she said, moaning his name, which he loved the sound of. There was no greater sound to him than his woman wanting more of him.
He was more than happy to give her more. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No!”
He kept his dick inside her and began to rock back and forth, making her take his dick and going deeper. With his fingers in her ass, he set up a steady pace, and it didn’t take long for her to get accustomed to the feel of him inside her.
Bull wanted to fuck her ass. To take her hard and deep, but he was going to have to take his time and let her get used to him.
She was tight with just his fingers inside her.
“Touch your pussy, Maddie.”
This was something he was getting her used to, touching herself in front of him. She got nervous seeking pleasure, but he loved to watch so damn much.
He couldn’t get enough of it. There was so much he wanted to explore with her. All he needed was for her to have the courage to let go. To trust him with her pleasure and her body. He was never going to let her go.
She moaned. The sound was deep, guttural, and as her pussy tightened around his length, he gripped her hip and closed his eyes.
He was so close to blowing his nut off, but he contained himself. “Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Stroking his fingers into her ass, he held himself still inside her, feeling her as she got closer to orgasm. Each stroke drew her higher and higher, and when she was so close, he pulled his fingers from her asshole, grabbed her hips, and fucked her harder, taking her deeper.
They both moaned as they found their release.
Once again, he filled her pussy, hoping like hell that it took. He wanted her pregnant.
They collapsed to the bed, and Maddie sighed. “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good.”
“Tell me about it,” he said.
He hadn’t lived like a monk, but Maddie was everything. “I’m going to run a bath. I’ll be right back.”
Bull rushed to the bathroom, poured some bath salts into the water, and started to run some hot water into the tub. He checked the temperature of the water, then returned to the bedroom to find Maddie on his cell phone.
“Yes, he’s right here.” Maddie got to her feet. “I’m sorry. I called out to you, but you didn’t answer. I don’t know who it is.”
He took the phone from her, and he didn’t recognize the caller’s number. There was no saved name for the number.
“Hello.” He grabbed Maddie’s hand and led her into the bathroom.
“It’s William Ranford.”
Bull gripped the cell phone tightly but made no move to show Maddie he wasn’t happy with who was calling.
He let Maddie go, covering the earpiece of his cell phone. “Babe, I’ve got to take this.”
Moving back into the bedroom, he made sure to pull the door closed so she wouldn’t overhear the conversation.
“How did you get this number?”
“The how doesn’t matter. We need to talk,” he said. “I want to arrange a meeting.”
“I’m not interested in a meeting.” He wasn’t going to meddle with the likes of Ranford.
“It’s about the dogfighting, Bull. I’m not reaching out to arrange a business meeting. I’m offering you an olive branch here. I can’t talk about it over the phone, but believe me when I say you’re going to want to meet with me.”
Bull clenched his hand into a fist. “Fine! When?”
“Halloween. It’s the best cover I can come up with. I’m coming to your clubhouse. I heard you were having a Halloween party. I’ll consider this my personal invite.”
The cell phone went dead.
“Fucking bastard.” He tossed the phone across the room. It hit the wall and shattered before it even got to the floor.
Three days.
For three days, he had experienced peace.
This wasn’t it. This was a cold, hard wakeup call.
“Is everything okay?” Maddie asked, coming out of the bathroom.
He wasn’t angry at her. “Of course, babe. Nothing to worry about.” He forced a smile to his lips, and he thought he had her convinced until she flinched away from his touch. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing. Nothing. I just … I…” She smiled and waved her hand in front of her face. “Ignore me. I don’t have a clue what’s going on with me.”
He understood it.
Pulling her in close, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You should be in the bath!”
“I heard you talking and you sounded angry. I got worried.”
He held her a little tighter. His club life was never going to touch her. “It’s nothing to be worried about.”
She pointed toward the broken cell phone. “That’s you having a handle on it?”
He chuckled. “I slipped.”
“Right, of course.” She put her hand to his chest. “Everything is okay though?”