Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I went up in just a few minutes from all the stimulation. His teeth marking me, his fingers tugging at my nipples, and that sweetest feeling of all, his cock driving into me from behind. “Oh yeah!” His sensual growl sent shivers down my spine, and I didn’t think anything could ever be better.
But then he put my leg up on the couch, dropped his hips, and fucked into me harder, deeper, stronger, with each pounding thrust hitting my spot. “Mace, I can’t.” I’m not sure what it was I couldn’t do, but there was too much going on at once. I felt as if I were drowning, going under fast with no safety net to catch me.
Everything he was doing was like a page from my sexual imaginings over the years. His grunts of pleasure each time I squeezed my flesh around his cock sent little bells of joy going off inside me. The way he fondled my plump flesh as if he couldn’t get enough, and most of all, the way he slid into me hard and fast, then slow, as if savoring the moment. It all came together in a cacophony of pleasure that left me reeling.
He reached around and smacked my clit, and the lights went out. The scream got trapped in my lungs, but other parts of me were working just fine. My hips never stopped moving, my ass never stopped shaking, and Ms. Kitty was doing handsprings. It’s only after he came inside me, again, without protection, that I realized he hadn’t even gotten undressed himself, that he was still wearing his jeans and tee-shirt.
I guess I was flattered that he’d wanted me so much that he couldn’t even wait, and that feeling added to the bliss of what we just shared put me in a very good mood. So good, I forgot all about my ex-monster-in-law.
MACE
I’m going to need a new couch. There’s pussy juice everywhere, all over the top and back of this one, but at least she was happy, and no longer had that hunted look on her face. We’re gonna have to have a conversation, though, so she knows that I won’t be putting up with any outside interference when it comes to our relationship, least of all from her ex-anything.
When Jaxxon put the bug in my ear about what was going on, I was a little mad that she hadn’t told me herself. Usually, when my guys started their gossip shit, and you’d be surprised how much of that there is when running a club, I’d shut them down. But now, this setup is just perfect. Jax gets the information from her girl, freely given and not provoked, and passes it on to me. It’s a win-win.
Some of that shit I could do without; I hate hearing about her asshole ex and the way she was treated. Nothing I can do about the past; just as long as I have her for the future, she’d be set. I’ve asked Jaxxon not to mention that prick to me again unless he had bail money ready.
I’m glad I didn’t shut him down this time, though, because I was busy when he walked into the office with his latest little tidbit. As soon as he was done talking, I’d left to go get her, mad as all hell that somebody was messing with my girl. She doesn’t get it yet, I don’t think, what it means to be Mace Donovan’s woman. She’s about to find out; they all are.
MACE
“For crap’s sake, Steph, aren’t you ready yet?” This was my third time asking.
“One more minute, no two, maybe three.” I rolled my eyes and walked away, muttering to myself, she’s got me there already, and we’re not even married yet. I’d made the mistake, stupid me, of telling her that my sister was going to be at the club tonight and for some reason, that made her change outfits twice.
I fussed at her, but really, I was pleased to see how flustered she was over whether or not she’d make a good impression. That she wanted to make an effort was good enough for me, but apparently, it wasn’t the same for her. The first couple of things she tried on were perfectly fine, but apparently, her man has no say and no idea what he’s talking about. I wonder who it was that was balls deep in her not more than two hours ago.
After I had my fill of her, we’d scrounged around the kitchen for something to eat. Since I barely keep anything edible around here, it was slim pickings, so I planned to feed her at the club later if she’d get the damn lead out. “I’m counting to ten; then I’m coming in there after you.” Funny, that seemed to do the trick because she was out in less than five.