Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
His cock throbbed against my stomach, the large girth twitching noticeably. It seemed to swell longer and thicker as our kiss continued, the crown noticeably enlarged. He wanted to break free of his bottoms so he could get to me as quickly as possible.
I didn’t expect sex when I walked through the door. I just wanted something from him…anything. But now my fingers pushed his boxers down over his muscled ass so his cock could come free.
His hands immediately pulled my shirt over my head then unclasped my bra. When I was in just my jeans with my tits bare, he palmed one tit and flicked his thumb over the hard nipple. His lips rested against mine, but he didn’t kiss me, focusing on the way I felt in his grasp.
I sucked in a deep breath every time his thumb felt me, every time my nipples pebbled just a little harder.
His other hand grasped my other tit, and he moaned. Like a teenager feeling up a girl for the first time, he thoroughly enjoyed it. His strong fingers kneaded my tits aggressively, palming and claiming each one of them. His anxious breaths fell across my skin as he continued to feel me up. With an aroused expression, he looked into my face as he watched my reaction, watched me come apart under his touch.
A man had never touched me this way before. A man had never been so confident in his embrace, had hands that could stroke a woman so perfectly. He glanced at my lips then my eyes, watching me bite my bottom lip as I arched my back, pressing my tits farther into his hold.
My hand reached for his dick, and I gripped it in my fingers. It felt like a pipe running with hot water. It was hard as steel and hot like steam. I felt the grooves along the edge of his crown, the pulsing vein protruding from his shaft. My thumb swiped across the hot skin as I squeezed him in my grasp.
He twitched every time I gave him a squeeze.
His hands dropped from my tits and unfastened my jeans. He pushed them over my ass then lowered himself to his knees, his mouth kissing the valley between my tits. His tongue tasted me as he pulled my pants and panties down to my ankles. Just like the wolf that he was, he started to eat me. His kisses turned aggressive, accompanied by deep growls. His hands palmed my cheeks, and he lowered his kisses to my belly. Kissing me everywhere and squeezing me into him, he enjoyed me like it was all for him.
The chain hung around his neck, the ring tapping against my body as he moved.
Any doubt I had disappeared the instant he kissed me. I didn’t think about the two women who had slept in the bed that belonged to me. I didn’t think about the resentment and the pain. Now it felt like just the two of us, husband and wife.
He rose to his feet and scooped me up at the same time, cradling me in his arms and holding me flush against him. He was so strong that carrying a full-grown woman was no problem. His hands gripped my ass as he held me against his chest. My legs were open to his torso, my wet pussy pressing against his warm skin.
He carried me to the edge of the bed but didn’t lay me down. His lips found mine, and he kissed me again, this time slow and passionate. His lips caressed mine like he had all the time in the world, like sliding into my body wasn’t the highlight of his night. He sucked my bottom lip then breathed into me, a sexy moan coming from that masculine throat.
My nails scratched his back then dug into my hair. My ankles were locked together around his waist, and my feet could feel the flames from the hearth behind him. My ankles dug into him a little deeper as the kiss continued. I pulled at his soft strands and never wanted to share him with anyone else ever. I never wanted to sleep with another man. For me, this was all I wanted. I’d never directly told Maverick that I loved him because he wasn’t ready to hear it, but when he was ready, he was the only man I wanted to share those words with. He was the only man I wanted to father my children, to be my husband until we were old and gray.
He rolled me onto my back and moved on top of me at the same time, his narrow hips fitting perfectly between my thighs. His heavy weight caused the mattress to dip, caused my body to sink underneath him. It’d been so long since we’d been together that I forgot how perfect it was, how well we fit together.