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)
If he was stranded on a deserted island, he might miss his sled and brothers, but the fuck if he could go without a woman for more than a few days. He might as well dive off a goddamn cliff headfirst into the rocks below.
Life would no longer be worth living.
A bit fucking dramatic? Not if it was true.
Her fingers wrapped around his head, and she began to ride his face as if she was a drunk country bar patron and he was a mechanical bull.
“Rome,” she groaned.
Hell yeah.
His name, her moans, her whimpers were music to his sandwiched ears.
It didn’t take long before her fingers dug even deeper into his skull and she shot upward, dislodging his mouth when she came. He quickly jerked her back down so he could taste the results of his efforts. He couldn’t lap it up fast enough.
Fuck yeah. She was definitely ready for his dick.
His face and beard were a mess, and he didn’t give a fuck. Wearing her arousal was a badge of honor.
Not every woman liked getting her pussy eaten.
Not every woman could come like that just from getting eaten out.
Thank fuck Maddie was not every woman.
While that should be a good thing—and not troublesome— it only made him want her more. And to do it again.
That was not normal for him.
None of this was fucking normal.
He released her hips and tipped his head back so he could breathe easier. When he saw her eyes were still closed, her head drooping forward and her lips parted, his erection twitched to remind him that it was impatiently waiting.
Soon, he told it silently. Gotta wrap you tight first.
For fuck’s sake, he should’ve thought of that before they both got naked.
He stared up at the woman still straddling his head. “You got wraps within reach?”
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear that fucking answer. If she did, that meant he wasn’t the first man in her bed. In this apartment, at least.
If she said no… Then he’d have to get his ass up and grab one from his wallet.
For some reason, he preferred the second option.
Inconvenient? Fuck yeah.
Worth the fucking hassle? No doubt.
He clamped his teeth together to avoid saying shit that would piss her off and end the night too damn soon when she stretched as far as she could to reach the nightstand and yank open the drawer.
He guessed that was his answer.
After a quick glance at the box when she removed it to see if it was sealed or open, he closed his eyes.
He didn’t want to fucking know. It would only piss him the fuck off.
Just the thought of someone—other than him—sliding into that warm, wet pussy would make him want to shank someone. Slip that blade right between the ribs. Maybe even twist it a little. And once they were down, he’d keep them there with a boot to the throat.
What the actual fuck?
Now he was pissed at himself for letting that shit bother him.
Yeah, none of this was fucking normal.
He should go. Free himself from whatever the fuck was happening before it was too late and he couldn’t free himself at all.
Who was he shitting? His ass wasn’t going anywhere.
Especially once Maddie pulled a condom from the box, ripped it open and settled herself once again by straddling his gut. Her wet pussy smeared along his skin as she worked her way further down and across this throbbing dick. She didn’t stop until his erection was in front of her, giving her easy access to roll the wrap down his length.
He was damn pleased that she took the initiative. Women who didn’t lift a damn finger during sex were always one and done for him. With those, imagination was always better than reality.
Once his dick was gloved, she held it straight up.
Fuck yeah, he definitely liked a woman who took the initiative. Not only did she ride his face, she was about to do the same with his cock.
And the fuck if he was going to stop her. Hell no. He would lie back and enjoy every damn second of it. She could set the pace, and he could watch.
Hearing her “Ready?” had him lifting his gaze from where she held his dick to her face.
His dick was rock solid in her fist. “Any doubt I am?”
She smirked. “I figured consent was important before I just… climbed on?”
“Don’t gotta ask, just—” He groaned out a, “Fuuuuck,” when she lined him up and sank down on his dick.
She stilled when she had him buried as deep as he could get. “You feel so much bigger in this position.”
Say what? “That good?”
When she wiggled like she was testing him out, he bit back a groan.
“You’re a bit much like this,” she admitted.
He grinned. “Sounds like a good thing.”
“Bigger isn’t always better,” she shared.