Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Tease,” he grunts and grabs my hips with his free hand and yanks me up until I’m on my feet. Before I can ask what he’s doing, his finger slips out of me, and he’s yanking my pants over my hips, down my legs before picking me up and placing me back on the bench. The heat in his eyes sets my whole body on fire, and my hips squirm in anticipation.
“You forgot something,” I tell him and spread my legs open to show off my plain cotton panties.
“Right, I did.” His smile blooms wide and gorgeous. Two fingers hook into the side of my panties, and with one swift yank, the cool air hits my overheated pussy, and I gasp when Wilder steps back and stares at my pussy until she clenches.
“Wilder, please.”
One finger slips between my lips, rubbing back and forth until my hips jerk with need. “I love to hear you beg, Maven.”
“In that case, Wilder, I really need you to fuck me right now. Please.”
Heat flares in his eyes, and he takes my mouth with his, stepping closer until he’s close enough that I can shove down his pants, his boxer briefs until his cock is in my hand.
I growl at the weight of it, the length, and the thickness of it, knowing that any moment now, this big brown cock is going to be balls deep inside of me.
And I can’t wait.
His kisses are drugging, but they aren’t enough, not with his pulsating cock making my mouth and pussy water. I’m no shrinking violet when it comes to pleasure, and I rub his cock through the moisture leaking from my pussy.
“Maven,” he spits out and grips the inside of my thighs to push them apart.
“Yes!” His cock slams deep inside of me, and my body starts shaking as we both freeze in the moment, eyes locked together as our bodies tremble simultaneously. “More.”
He smiles and pulls his hips back, slamming in over and over again. Hard and fast, we fuck like primal animals in the privacy of my garage. The only sounds in the room are grunts of pleasure and the sound of wet skin smacking wet skin.
All of the fear and desperation about Cyrus and the Iron Kings leaves me as this beautiful thick cock slams into me.
All I can feel is Wilder. Young, sexy, and all man. A real man. And he smells like heaven. His cock fills me to bursting. I’ve never fucked a man so hard and so primal.
I grab his hips and force him into me, harder and deeper.
“Wilder,” I grunt and dig my heels in his ass, grinding my hips on him to take as much of his beautiful cock as I can. “God, yes! Fuck yes!” My body clenches tight. “Wilder, I’m close,” I tell him as I start bouncing on his cock.
“I know,” he grins and holds my hips, so I don’t fall off the bench. “Your cunt is gripping me like a vise. Feels fucking amazing.”
Amazing. Has anyone ever called me amazing before? If so, I can’t remember, and his words break the damn. Pleasure floods my veins and shoots out of my body, soaking the area between our bodies as the most intense, violent orgasm of my life explodes out of me. “Fuck.”
My words are met with harsh grunts as his hips thrust deep and hard until a roar of pleasure echoes in the empty garage. “Fuck, Maven!” He grunts and shakes inside of me, and I can feel the last spurts of his orgasm coat my walls.
It’s the most erotic sensation I have ever felt, and the thought sends aftershocks shooting through me.
“Oh!” Another smaller orgasm zips through me, and my eyes go wide with shock. “That never happens.”
“You’ve never been with me before. Just wait until I get you someplace with more room.”
His brows wiggle, and unbelievably, I laugh.
Chapter Eighteen
Wilder
Laughing and fucking isn’t something I’ve ever done with a woman, but the sound of Maven’s husky laugh shoots straight to my cock, still deep in her wet pussy. She’s still pulsing and clutching around me, milking every last drop from my body. “Babe.”
Maven’s deep purr vibrates, and a sexy smile lights up her face. I’m just happy to see the tears are gone. The look of devastation disappears, replaced with pleasure. Pure bliss. “Wow. I’m not sure if I could take you with more room.”
My hips flex. “Oh, I have a feeling you can do just about any damn thing you set your mind to, Maven.”
She’s a spitfire, and I like that about her, but not more than I like kissing her. Fucking her. Seeing the way she’s looking at me like I’m something special.
“You think so?”
I nod.
“I guess I’d be willing to try,” she says and rolls her hips.
I bite back a groan and lick my lips. “I’ll hold you to that,” I tell her. We stare at each other with big stupid grins on our faces, neither of us able to look away from this hot as fuck encounter on some kind of fucking gardening desk.