Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Well, then… She guessed they were done talking. For now, anyway.
She shifted on the bed until her mouth hovered over his semi-hard cock. She watched it grow right before her eyes.
Both of his hands drove into her hair, and he whispered, “Fuck yeah.”
“I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“But my dick knows what’s comin’.”
“You?”
“Damn right. Then it’s gonna be your turn.”
Where there was a will, there was a way, apparently. She only hoped giving him head wouldn’t cause him more pain than it was worth. However, he had no trouble using his mouth, so he could tell her to stop if it became unbearable.
After slipping his boxer briefs down, she fisted the root of his cock. Then she lowered her head and took him into her mouth as deep as she could without choking.
As her head and hand moved in sync, it caused the tiniest twitches of his hips. If his ribs were healed, she had no doubt he’d be driving into her hard right now, most likely making her gag.
If it was true that he hadn’t had sex with anyone else—unless he jerked off in that time—he hadn’t had a release recently. He’d be more than primed and ready to go. Or blow.
That also meant it wouldn’t take long for him to get to that point.
The grip on her hair tightened. “That’s it. Deeper. Squeeze my fuckin’ balls.”
She gently tugged and kneaded his soft, delicate sack.
After licking down the thick ridge, she dragged her tongue back up to suck the tip. The salty tang of his precum hit her taste buds before she moved on to circle the base of the crown.
“Fuck, woman,” he groaned. “Take me deep.”
She swallowed him as far as she could. The man might not be huge, but he sure was girthy.
With the way his fingers flexed, she knew he was fighting the urge to shove her head down and impale her throat on his cock.
She was grateful he had enough control not to do that.
But like she predicted, it didn’t take long for Romeo to reach his limit.
Not a few minutes later, with a deep grunt, he shot his load down the back of her throat as well as coated her tongue with his release. She kept him in her mouth until his cock stopped twitching and his muscles relaxed, then she slowly let him slip free.
His head dropped back on the pillow and between ragged breaths, he growled at the ceiling, “Fuck, woman… Wanna fuck you so fuckin’ bad.”
If anyone understood his frustration, it was her right now. She was soaking wet and would love to be able to straddle his hips and ride him until she came. But instead, she’d have to be happy with him using his mouth and fingers instead of his cock.
She never hated Roger more than that very moment. Her only consolation was, Romeo would make him pay for the damage he caused. Both to her and to him.
She thought of herself as a good person, always wanting to help others. To stay true to herself, she really should discourage him from exacting revenge on her former boss. But, damn it, deep down, the thought of Roger getting taught a valuable lesson gave her some satisfaction.
Maybe living amongst badass bikers had rubbed off on her and made her more cutthroat than what she should be. Or maybe it was simply the fact that Roger Smith deserved everything he had coming his way.
A big ol’ slice of karma served by her future ol’ man.
Hearing him demand, “Sit on my face,” pulled her from her thoughts about that asshole.
Fuck Roger Smith.
The only man she should be thinking about right now was the one whose face she was about to sit on.
They might not have figured everything out yet between them and she knew their relationship wouldn’t be easy, but in the end, she was confident it would be worth it.
Chapter Forty-Three
“She know where you’re at?” Shade asked him.
“Fuck no.”
“Gonna tell her?”
“Fuck no,” Romeo repeated.
Shade nodded. “This is one time I ain’t gonna care that you’re keepin’ her in the dark.”
“Glad to get your approval,” he said dryly. “Bet you ain’t tellin’ your ol’ lady, either.” When Shade didn’t respond, Romeo followed up with, “Thought so. Just like Chelle don’t know you had me strapped down in front of a dead dog oven.”
“Always gonna be secrets you take to your grave,” Shade said matter-of-factly.
Romeo would bet his fucking balls that Shade had plenty of those.
It had taken over two months to get to the point where his bruises had faded, his broken bones healed, and his casts removed.
His life was pretty much back to normal. His new normal, anyway.
The one where Maddie now lived with him in his place. At least until he could find something bigger and better. A place where she wouldn’t bitch every time she climbed up and down the steep stairs—what she called a glorified ladder—to their bed.