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)
For fuck’s sake.
When his fingertips brushed against the box, his relief was short-lived. Worst scenario, it could be empty. Snagging it, he yanked it from the drawer, did a little prayer to the condom gods and peeked inside.
Thank fuck he had two more. He rolled one of those fuckers on as fast as possible since it was past time to ease his suffering…
Romeo rolled back over a patiently waiting Maddie and once again settled his hips between her thighs.
“Do you have your act together now?” Her brown eyes held a gleam.
“Again, you got jokes,” he grumbled.
“It wouldn’t have been funny if you didn’t have condoms.”
No truer fucking words. He might’ve actually shed a damn tear or two if this opportunity slipped through his fingers because of it.
But since that wasn’t the case, it was go time.
Fuuuuuck yeah.
Then it dawned on him that he’d been waiting for a second shot at Maddie ever since he executed the first one.
He finally had it within his fingertips, so he couldn’t fuck it up.
Goddamn it. Why the hell did he give a shit? The last time he cared about what a woman thought of him was when he was fifteen. Back then, instead of taking shots, he got shot down.
Then he matured. Bulked up. Grew a beard. Added a tattoo, or two, or twenty.
He also became a self-proclaimed badass.
Jesus, he was an asshole. He had a gorgeous woman naked beneath him and his damn thoughts were wandering.
Was he fucking broken? Would no women ever scratch all of his itches?
He mentally shook himself, grabbed his dick, lined it up and pulled in a breath. “Ready?”
“I’ve been, Rome. Not sure where you just went, but it seemed farther than that box of condoms.”
His answer was thrusting inside her.
When he hit the end of her, he paused, closed his eyes, and appreciated the warm, slick fist of her pussy.
Her legs wrapping around his hips had his eyelids lifting to see hers tightly shut.
Fuck that shit. She needed to know who was inside her and not be having some fantasy about some other man.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
When her eyelids lifted, her pupils were wide, her mouth slack and a flush ran up her chest and throat.
Her legs were long but not long enough to completely encompass his hips. She squeezed him tighter and pulled him deeper.
“Gonna fuckin’ start movin’ and when I do, probably ain’t gonna stop ’til I’m done,” he warned her.
“What about me?”
“Gonna make sure you’re done, too.”
“I’m okay with that, then.”
“Wasn’t askin’ your approval.”
She rolled her eyes and dug her heels into his thighs. “Well, you got it, anyway. Deal with it. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
Damn.
He drove his fingers into her hair, dropped his head to pull her nipple into his mouth and he did what they both wanted… He moved.
With his knees drilled into the mattress, he began to power up and into her. He drove his dick home over and over.
He didn’t go slow. He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t treat her like she was delicate or breakable.
If she wanted fucked, she was getting fucked. He would treat her like anyone else landing in his damn bed. She was no fucking different.
She was no fucking different.
Her long, low moan had him lifting his eyes to meet hers since they were still open and focused on watching him suck on her tits.
Her flush had crept into her cheeks. Her eyes were unfocused. Through parted lips, she panted softly.
Fuck yeah, she liked it.
He pounded her a little harder to see if she could take it and continued to piston in and out of her like the machine he was. He slammed his dick so hard inside her, her whole body jerked from the impact.
She didn’t tell him to stop or slow down. Instead, she dug her fingernails deeper into his ass in encouragement.
This was totally different from the first time, when she was more tentative and inexperienced.
He was liking it, too.
But he also wasn’t.
How many times had she been fucked this hard? And by who?
He pushed that out of his head, reminding himself that this was only a one-time thing. She didn’t owe him shit and he owed her the same.
No strings. No chains. No goddamn cock cage.
Right?
Fuckin’-A right.
Chapter Seventeen
Maddie had not forgotten his well-oiled hips. She was glad he hadn’t changed. This was heaven and she had zero regrets.
So far, anyway.
The harder he pumped in and out of her, the deeper she dug her nails into his ass. The muscles flexed powerfully beneath her fingertips.
Wrapping her legs tighter around him, she tilted her pelvis to make sure he hit all the right spots. Every thrust was accompanied by a deep grunt that fueled the fire in her belly.
Sucking her nipple farther into his mouth, his teeth scraped against the beaded tip, making her back arch and a whimper escape. Using both fists full of her hair, he tipped her head back and drew a damp path with his tongue from her breast to the hollow of her throat and beyond. His thick beard tickled both the underside of her jaw as well as the skin of her neck as he clamped those soft lips on her throat.