Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I know there will come a time later when I'm home and aching from the echo of him inside of me, when I'll be able to work through my regrets, but I don't have the power to speak them now.
Instead, I do his bidding, turning over onto my hands and knees at the edge of his bed and pointing my ass at him.
The groan that erupts from deep in his chest sends a wave of chills up my spine, my body fully on board with what's about to happen.
Chapter 10
Mac
My mouth is literally watering at the sight of her arousal dampening the silky pink panties she's wearing.
Seeing her on my doorstep was all that it took for my cock to stand up and take notice.
Thankfully, she pulled that attitude of hers and stormed right past me. If she had bothered to look down, she would've seen exactly what her body does to mine. I swear the woman is a witch and has somehow hexed me.
Then the sultry vixen had the nerve to shake her ass, dancing to the music playing in her earbuds while simultaneously making my house smell like fucking heaven with whatever she was cooking. It made me want to eat and eat her, but I know there's not enough time for both. And there's no fucking chance she's leaving tonight before I make her come on my cock.
I gnaw on my bottom lip as I pull her panties to the side, my eyes drinking in the sight of her pussy. She's slick and ready, glistening with need.
"I fucking swear," I growl as I sweep my thumb through her arousal.
She whimpers, pushing back against my hand, and I know she wants this as much as I do.
Incapable of waiting for another second, I line myself up at her entrance, gripping her hips before pressing forward.
Our sounds of pleasure mingle, hers a little higher in tone compared to my low rumble.
She feels fucking amazing, the grip of her down my entire length exactly what I've been missing nearly every waking second since the last time she was here.
"Riley," I pant in warning when I grip her hips to keep her from rocking back and forth down my cock.
The threat of leaving her unsatisfied is a low ache in my balls.
"Give me a minute, baby," I whisper as I hold her in place.
"Mac," she whines, her tone needy and desperate.
"Touch that perfect cunt of yours, baby," I growl, giving into the demand in my body to pull back and shove forward over and over.
In order for her to use her hand to strum at her clit, she ends up with her head turned, face pressed to the mattress, and I swear it changes the angle just enough that the next time I press into her, I see fucking stars.
This isn't going to last. I knew it was going to be quick, but my memories of her don't do the actual feeling any sort of justice. I've never been in a position where I couldn't control my body until her.
"Mac," she hisses just as her core clamps down on me.
"Thank fuck," I grunt, slamming into her a handful of times before I erupt.
Bells and whistles go off in my head as if a fucking fireworks show is taking over my body and my cock pulses deep inside of her.
The flash of wishing I wasn't wearing a condom hits me like a ton of bricks.
"Mac," she snaps, pulling off my cock and spinning around.
I stare down at her with a soft smile, a little come drunk, but she's glaring up at me.
"Are you fucking serious?" she barks, and only then do I hear it, the fucking fire alarm blaring from downstairs.
She flips over, making me wonder how she's capable of moving into action so quickly after such a life-altering occurrence. I have enough wherewithal to pull my jeans up, realizing a few seconds too late that I didn't take a few seconds to pull the used condom from my now softening cock.
I race down the stairs, literally seconds behind her, but the shrill scream that comes from her has me moving even faster.
I run into her back because she's standing just inside the kitchen as a fire blazes at my stove.
The cabinet-enclosed vent hood has flames licking at it as smoke fills the room.
"Move," I grunt, grabbing her by the shoulder and moving her over a few inches.
I reach for the cabinet doors below the stove where I know the fire extinguisher is, but the flames are just too damn hot to do it safely. My only other option is to run out to the back patio and grab the one near the built-in grill. When I do that and make it back inside, I see Riley standing to the side, tears in her eyes and her hands covering her mouth.