Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, my fury growing. Was she looking for a hookup? Was she aching between her thighs and looking for another man to ease it?
That thought has me putting a hand on either side of her head, caging her in and pressing up against her. My cock instantly responds by getting even harder. If this keeps up, I won’t have any oxygen north of my belt.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I repeat.
“Looking for a man,” Mackenzie huffs out, full of attitude and sass. Doesn’t she know that only makes me want to fuck her more?
“Those weren’t men. Those were boys,” I spit out fury rolling off of me in waves.
I might be vibrating with anger, but there’s no fear in her stance. She juts her chin at me. “Same difference.”
“I’ll show you the difference.” I lower my head, my lips seeking hers. Her arms go around my neck, and she pulls me even closer. I sweep into her mouth, taking control of the kiss, stroking her tongue in long, sensual glides. Fuck, she tastes amazing.
Four years of passion and longing are poured into this kiss. She tastes even better than I remember. She whimpers and grinds her hot little pussy against my jeans. I know what my girl needs, and I’ve been dying to give it to her for weeks now. Years even.
I slip my hand up the bottom of her skirt and shove my fingers into her panties, stroking her folds. She’s already wet and the needy sound she makes goes from her body into mine, stoking my fire even more.
I break the kiss long enough to growl at her. “Mine. You’re mine.”
She nods and tries to fuse our lips again.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees. “Just. Please.”
I cram a finger into her tight pussy. The image of her on her bed with her legs spread comes back to me, and I know I won’t be able to stay away tonight. Tonight, she’ll be in my bed, and I’ll be taking her in every position imaginable. I’ll do filthy things to her that will have her blushing for days.
I trail kisses along her jaw and nip at the sensitive skin of her lobe. “This is wrong. Forbidden, filthy,” I say the words and her channel clenches tightly around my fingers. I realize she likes this. She likes the idea of being my dirty girl.
I circle her clit with my thumb.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong,” she agrees even as she rides my hand without abandon.
“But you’re still going to come for me,” I tell her. “You’re going to come on my fingers right now, but not before I say you can.”
She moans. “But I’m so close.”
I kiss her hard. “Not until I say.”
She swallows, but I don’t miss the way her eyes dilated when I told her that. “You can come on the count of five. One.”
I add a second finger to her channel, stuffing them deep. “Two.”
She gasps at the thick intrusion. She’s so tiny. I know it has to be a lot to take. But I’m a big man, and I won’t be going easy on her when I’m in this pussy. It’s better if she learns that now before I’m balls deep, pounding away.
“Please,” she whines.
“Not yet.” I put my lips on her neck and suck. I love her soft skin. The smell of it, the taste of it.
“Three.” I find that rough spot at the front of her channel. I arch my fingers, and she practically melts into me. She’s panting now. Her eyes are glazed. She’s desperate for the release that only I can give her.
I squeeze her ass cheek. “Four.”
She whimpers again.
Her pearl is even slicker now, bigger than ever before. “Five.”
I push against it, and she detonates right there in my arms. She comes so hard that I have to support her body through it.
It’s a fucking miracle to watch my woman, to know that I was the one who did that. It makes me want to roar in masculine pride. I’m the one who satisfied her. I’m the only one who gets to do this with her.
When she’s sated, I pull my hand from her panties and lick my fingers clean. I love the way her cheeks turn red. I want her to know how much I enjoy her sweet flavor.
Sadness flickers across her face, and I know she’s expecting me to walk away now. But instead, I lean close and whisper in her ear, “You’re coming home with me tonight.”
7
MACKENZIE
“You’re coming home with me tonight.”
It’s not a request. It’s a demand. I should probably tell him no. I should push him away and tell him I’m tired of the way he runs hot and cold. But instead, I nod limply. I’m too spent from the delicious orgasm he gave me to argue.