Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 112249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
“We can both shower,” she reminded him with her hand tight around the base of his cock to keep the tight, fast strokes going. Root to tip. Tip to root. Her fingers flexed harder at the top and opened a little when she came back down to the bottom. It was enough to keep him hard and on a precipice of more, but then she slowed. “After.”
He hauled in a gulp of air.
It burned when he held the oxygen in his lungs.
Gracen smiled up at him, and her blue eyes—lashes dotted with droplets of the shower water—kept him in her sights. A wet, naked angel beneath him, he swore her stare challenged him to ask about the shower again when her lips lowered to his dick once more. Soft heat sucked him deep. Until her nose nuzzled into the dark pubic hair he kept trimmed neat.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed.
She played her hand well.
He didn’t make another peep.
Well, not about the shower thing.
Malachi’s back faced the water, his tingling spine being beaten by jets of hot spray while Gracen worked her magic on her knees. He was happy to let her do her thing while his fingers wrapped around the wet strands of her blonde hair. The French tips of her manicure found his hips, digging in only slightly as he jerked forward. Deeper into her throat. Hitting her gag reflex a bit.
It brought water to her eyes.
A tremble in her bottom lip.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth harder?” he asked, out of breath before the question was even finished. At this point, his control was nothing more than a joke. That was fine. Malachi enjoyed the way she took it from him. “Can I use you, babe?”
Malachi had become used to taking his bike on long trips, and the ache in his thighs that accompanied any drive longer than two hours was an old friend, now. Another thing the hot shower would have helped. If not for Gracen and her candy mouth made of sweetness and sin. The perfect mix.
The familiar pain didn’t register.
Or he simply didn’t care.
It was only her fingernails embedded into his hips that kept him waiting for her okay to take this a little farther. When her hands finally slid down to his upper thighs and her lips loosened as her mouth widened around his shaft, he found her permission. Gracen even tilted her head a bit sideways, so his first couple of hard thrusts into her mouth and down her throat would really hit the spot and tighten his balls.
Malachi’s grip in her hair tightened while he fucked her mouth while one of her hands dropped between her own thighs. He didn’t have a clear sight of how she played with herself, but the fast jerks of her wrist, and the way she whined around his dick did the job.
Shit.
He hadn’t expected the numbness in his spine to come on so quickly. Or the weakness in his knees.
“You gonna wear me?” he asked.
The question came at the right time. She had to know how close he was from the shaking of his hands and the stilted, final thrusts.
Gracen tried to give a nod.
The effort was all he needed, really.
If she was good, then he was great.
Malachi withdrew from Gracen’s mouth, but his cock didn't go far. She already had her head tipped back for him while he stroked himself to a finish, but his hand stayed tangled in her hair to keep her in place all the same. She hummed a happy sound when he finally spilled his seed across her mouth, the head of his dick painting the cum from one side of her lips to the other.
“I don’t know what to do with you looking like that,” he told her while she smiled back. A sexy sight with the way she used her thumb to clean him from her lips, sucking him off the tip of the digit.
Gracen had a good idea when she returned, “You can make me come.”
Yes, he absolutely could.
“Get up here,” he demanded, intertwining their hands.
Malachi pulled them both under the spray of the shower as they met with a kiss. His back found the wall while her hands danced across his chest. She flicked her tongue against his the same way she’d done to the head of his dick.
“You know what I like about this shower?” he asked her.
It wasn’t much. A corner stall with two tiled walls and glass doors. There certainly wasn’t enough space for two people even though they made it work. Her tub was bigger and better, especially for sex. Still, he’d noticed one thing to make the shower fun.
Gracen kissed a path along his jaw, asking, “What?”
“Have you ever tried the jet spray?”
Her gaze met his, but the confusion staring back from Gracen answered his question. Malachi couldn’t hold back the light laugh as he reached for the detachable shower head with adjustable spray. Gracen followed his every movement, including when he flicked the switch on the shower head to take it from several jet sprays to just one shooting straight from the middle.