Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Damn, woman, if I didn’t want to come so bad in that pussy, I would let you suck me off.” He tugged her head up, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. “In the morning, I’m going to fuck that mouth before I leave.”
Max lifted her from the floor, placing her on the mattress. Casey sat, licking the taste of him off her lips as he tore open a condom and rolled it onto his hard length. Max then climbed on the bed behind her, pressing his chest against her back, his hand sliding around the front of her belly and pressing her back to him. Another hand parted her pussy as she felt his cock nudge her from behind.
She moaned when his cock slipped through her wetness, unerringly finding her opening and thrusting inside her. Casey’s head fell back onto his shoulder as he steadily fucked her. She braced herself as his strokes became harder and rougher.
Max wasn’t a gentle lover this time. His hand gripped her stomach so hard she thought he would leave a handprint as he surged inside her, grinding his hips against her ass.
“Move that ass. Tonight, I want to know that you want my dick in you.”
“I do.” Casey thrust her ass back at him as he surged forward.
Max went to her neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth as his strokes increased. She grasped his arm around her waist to keep her balance as the bed shook.
“How bad do you want me, Casey?”
A whimper escaped her. “More than I want to breathe.”
Max’s hand went to her throat, pressing against her pulse. “That bad?”
“Yes.”
His hand pressed harder.
“More?” he whispered into her ear, biting down on the lobe.
“God, yes.”
His hand tightened around her throat, not cutting off her breathing, just making it harder to catch a deep breath.
She felt the metal balls with each of his strokes, stimulating the walls of her pussy until Casey had to move faster. The intensity of the sparks he was creating inside her had her trying to catch the climax that was just out of her reach.
“Max…” Casey whimpered.
“Take it easy. I’ve got you.” His hand slid from her belly, sliding downward to stroke her clit.
Her head rolled on his shoulder back and forth. The movement was reflected in the mirror on her dresser, drawing her attention. The sight of Max fucking her had her eyes clenching closed. Then, unable to help herself, she opened her eyes. Max surrounded her, his body gleaming in the bedroom light, his expression fierce with desire as he pounded inside her. The sight of them having sex was erotic, dirty, carnal… and beautiful.
The elusive climax stormed through her, her muscles clenching on Max’s cock, trying to prolong the sensations she never wanted to end. He groaned in her ear as her ass pressed back harder against him. The hands that went to her hips held her still as he came shuddering in her.
The moment he pulled out, Casey wanted him back. Stifling the urge to hug him close, she lay down on the bed as he stood from it, going into the bathroom.
“Hungry?” Max asked when he came back into the bedroom.
“What?” Confused, she didn’t know what she had expected him to say, but asking if she was hungry wasn’t it. “Do you want me to fix you something to eat?” She started to crawl from the bed.
“Lay back down. I’ll be right back,” he ordered.
She went to the bathroom, returning just as he came back with a large pizza and a couple of beers.
Setting the pizza down on the middle of the bed, he sat back down, opening the box. Then he handed her a slice before taking one for himself.
They talked as they demolished the pizza, and she discovered things about Max that she had never known. He could crack a joke one second and then, when he talked about his kids, turn serious. The only part of his life they didn’t discuss was the Predators, both of them avoiding the subject.
Casey knew why she refused to discuss them: she didn’t want to remind him that she had used him the last time they had been together. Curiously, she wondered why he didn’t talk about them. Was he worried she would use the information against them?
“Want to play some cards?” Casey asked, reaching into her nightstand.
“You have cards? Did you and Jayce like to play?”
“No, I like to play solitaire at night; it relaxes me,” Casey told him, seeing the anger in his eyes disappear at her explanation.
“Then deal. I’m always up for a game of cards.”
Casey dealt before leaning back against the headboard and self-consciously pulling the sheet to cover herself. Max didn’t have a shy bone in his body. Lying down, he picked up his cards. The first two games, she lost because she couldn’t concentrate.