Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Mika notices because he looks at the rearview and side mirrors before pulling to the side of the road. After he shifts the gear to park, he clutches either side of my face. “It’s over now, Max. Maybe it was a necessary pain for both of us because we now both know we can’t live without each other.”
“And here I thought I’m the mature one.”
He plants a kiss on my forehead, and I savor the feel of his mouth on my skin. “We’re gonna revisit this conversation every time we fight from now on. I will never let you forget what you just said.”
I smack his forearm. “Asshole.”
Mika chuckles, and the sound has my apex clenching. “Now, let’s go. The opening act’s probably done. Wouldn’t want to miss your favorite band and waste the tickets.”
We arrive at the venue, and anticipation thrums in my veins.
Electric current zaps through the air, buzzing with the collective excitement of my fellow fans. My heart pulses to the beat of the music. I used to just listen to their songs on my headphones, a constant company while I worked well into the night.
As the lead singer sings the chorus, we all sing along. I don’t doubt I’ll wake up with a hoarse voice and a sore throat tomorrow.
But I don’t care. I've been waiting for this moment my whole life.
I lift my hands in the air and sway them, losing myself in the sea of sound. As I do, huge hands wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him, my back hitting Mika’s hard chest.
There must be thousands of attendees, but as I’m being swept away by the energy of the band and crowd, I find myself peeling back my inhibitions.
Running my hands along Mika’s corded forearm, I lean my head back and rest it on his shoulder, closing my eyes and swaying my body.
He’s wearing his scrub suit, the fabric relatively thin compared to denim. With my body pressed close to his, I wiggle my ass deliberately until I feel the hard ridge of his erection.
Mika lowers his head and whispers, “Max…”
I lift my gaze and smile innocently. “Hmmm?”
“You think I’m above fucking you in the middle of the crowd?”
My breath hitches, a gush of wetness making me rub my thighs together. I’m actually considering the idea when I hear his dark laugh. “No, doll. We can fuck all you want later. We need to get our money’s worth first.”
Laughing, I focus my attention back to the band on stage. They sound so much better live, which is pretty rare. I’m going to have to get creative in thanking Mika.
Exactly an hour later, I find myself huffing in the mostly empty parking lot, hands braced against the trunk of Mika’s car, my dress hiked up around my waist.
Mika runs his rough hands along my outer thighs, biting my earlobe and saying hoarsely, “Open your legs for me, doll.”
My legs are shaky as I follow his order. All air leaves my lungs when Mike sits on his haunches and licks a long stripe down my slit.
“Oh, fuck. Mika!”
His stubble tickles my velvet folds, and I ride his face shamelessly, forcing his tongue to go deeper. I can blame it on alcohol, but my last drink was more than two hours ago.
This is all me.
My orgasm begins to crest, but the friction is gone, and I whimper in frustration and disappointment.
Mika chuckles as he yanks my panties to the side and runs a finger down my dripping pussy. My body reacts on its own accord, my back arching, my pussy rubbing against him.
“You come on my cock, doll.”
Oh God.
I hang my head, no longer caring if anyone sees us or passes us by. I need that orgasm, and I’ll go crazy if I don’t have it.
Mika slides his thick girth into me, and I immediately clamp it with my inner walls, unwilling to let him go unless he gives me what I want.
“Ah, shit. Jesus, Max.”
He hunches over and reaches one hand to graze my clit while using his other hand to squeeze my breast. I have a tiny room to move, so I push my ass against his hips and meet his thrusts, earning me feral grunts.
I want to drag this out, but my body has other ideas. My orgasm comes crashing into me from out of nowhere, rolling over me and making me see spots of color behind my eyes.
“Fucking hell, Max!”
Mika grabs my hips and slams into me over and over until I feel him swell inside and coat me with his come.
“You said no more fucking in public,” he growls, trailing kisses down the side of my neck.
I’m still catching my breath. “Yeah, well. I changed my mind.”
Mindy: I swear to god, if you’re late, I’m letting you pay for everything