Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Please.” I trembled. Like the very first time, chances were high that I would go over when he did. I was a few more baby and so beautiful responses from spontaneously detonating as it was.
But Malik was as good at reading me as ever. “Don’t come yet, baby. That’s mine.”
“I am. Yours.” Clamping down around my rising arousal, I pushed all the sensations of the nightie brushing my skin and his hands in my hair aside, ignored the stretch of my jaw, the sloppiness of my saliva, the slight protest of my gag reflex. Instead, I put everything I had into sucking, moving with his hands, letting him use me however he wanted.
“Want it?” He sped up, thrusts becoming erratic, and I milked the tell-tale pulse on the underside of his cock with my tongue until he cursed low. “Here it comes. Fuck.”
He came and came, and I swallowed it all, no holding back, no shame for how much I loved everything he had to give me. I loved doing this for him, and I was far beyond the old Avery, the one who would have tried to hide the pleasure I found in this act. Holding his glassy gaze, I made a show of licking my lips clean, smiling coyly at him.
“Damn, baby.” He smiled back, and the wonder in his expression was better than any praise. “Now, up you come.”
He pulled me to sit on his lap, arranging my nightie around my thighs, cuddling me close before sliding a hand under the fabric, freeing my cock from the thin panties.
“Not gonna take much.”
“Blowing me got you all worked up, baby?” He kissed my temple as I nuzzled his neck. “So needy.”
“Yes,” I agreed easily because he sounded so darn fond of that neediness. “Tell me again.”
“I love you.” He tilted my head with his thumb before kissing the center of my forehead like a prayer. “So much.”
I made a contented noise, then moaned as he started slow, tight, steady strokes of my cock.
“And you’re so beautiful.” With his other hand, he touched my swollen lips, my still-tight jaw, my neck, my collarbones, dipping under the straps of the nightgown, then tweaking a nipple through the sheer fabric.
“Malik. Malik.” I was increasingly frantic from his expertise, jacking my cock exactly how I loved it and all the touching, nipples seeming especially electric tonight.
“Mmm. Someone’s sensitive.” Shifting my weight, Malik dipped his head to suck one nipple through the fabric, worrying it with his tongue, making a wet spot before doing the same thing to the other side. It was so crudely sexy that I moaned and bucked against him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let go for me.”
“Mmm. Fuck. Love your hands.” I shuddered, close, so close.
“All yours, baby. All of me. All for you.” Raising his head, he brushed a chaste kiss across my mouth. No tongue, but it didn’t matter because I was coming like a fucking geyser, all over his hand, my stomach, the nightie, all without any damn warning. Felt like a geyser, too, some natural eruption from deep in my soul, pulling loose cobwebs of emotion I hadn’t even known I had, leaving me trembling.
“Sorry. That was…fast.”
“Hot as fuck the way you went off like that.” Malik kissed the side of my head. “Like holding a firework.”
“Except I won’t burn you.” I laughed, then sobered. “Never want to hurt you.”
“Same, sweetheart. I meant it. I’m gonna treat you so well. Pamper you. Take care of you.” He held me close, and even a sexed-out mess, I’d never felt so cared for, so loved. Everything from how he looked at me to his warm hand on the small of my back to the sturdiness of his thigh under me made me feel safe and cherished. And I wanted to make sure I did the same for him. Maybe not in the same way, but I wanted to be what he needed as well.
“As long as I get to take care of you sometimes too.”
“Always.” He buried his face in my hair. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“We’re a damn good team.” I had to picture a set of pushups, count them out, trying to counter the stinging in my eyes. “I’m gonna miss working with you, but…date night is gonna be epic.”
“Absolutely. Clear your calendar, baby. You’re all mine now.” He lightly tickled my side, undoubtedly sensing how close I was to falling apart. But there was nothing I wanted to be more than his, so a tear escaped anyway.
“Good.” I wanted to be his every damn day of the week. Decade. Hell, give me a century, and I still might be craving more Malik.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Malik
Pick you up at seven. Feed the plant because you’re not coming back tonight. Be hungry because we’ve got reservations. Wear your sexy jeans. Grinning to myself, I hit send on the message, and before I could pocket my phone, Avery’s response was in.