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)
“Ain’t gonna convince me of that.”
With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she planted her hands on his chest and leaned forward. Most likely to relieve any discomfort. “Okay,” she breathed. “That’s more like it.”
Hell yeah, it was.
“Going to move now,” she warned.
“My dick ain’t an airport. Don’t gotta announce it, just—”
His thoughts became scrambled, and he forgot what he was about to say when she did what she said she would do. She moved.
And he was there for it.
Up. Down. Back. Forth. Round and round.
She rode him slow. She rode him fast.
She paused at the top. She paused at the bottom.
Somewhere along the way, he lost the little bit of sanity he normally clung to. Because she was driving him crazy.
Not that he gave a shit because it was worth it.
The only problem he had was, he wasn’t sure where to focus. On her expression? Her tits bouncing wildly? His dick disappearing and reappearing over and over as she turned back into that drunk wannabe rodeo queen?
She became so damn soaked, her arousal began to drip down his dick and gather at the base.
Watching her made him lose his damn breath. Watching her made his chest ache. Watching her made him question his life’s fucking choices.
All of them.
Hold the fuck on… What?
Yeah, he was losing his shit, and it was all her fault.
Did she have some magical pussy or something?
That had to be it. She put some bullshit spell on him.
He was pulled from his whacked thoughts when she dug her nails so deeply into his chest, he swore she drew blood.
He didn’t give a fuck about that, either.
Since her pussy was pulsing around his dick, she had to be close to coming.
Then she threw her head back and slammed down on him, grinding him even deeper as the ripples of an orgasm squeezed and released him to the point he almost shot his load right then and there.
He clenched his teeth to keep his shit together since it was too soon to finish. He wanted more of what she was willing to give.
With a long moan, she collapsed on his chest, her heavy breathing rapid and her thumb trailing back and forth over his nipple.
It was time to take over.
Chapter Twenty-Six
After wrapping an arm behind her back and while still buried deep inside her, he flipped her over and stared down into her hooded brown eyes. “Now… You ready?”
A smile spread across her relaxed face.
He was about to change that.
Driving his knees deeper into the mattress, he drove his dick home.
His brain glitched. Fuck me, her pussy did feel like home.
He ignored the invisible, ice-cold fingers strolling down his spine.
Of course, good sex normally left him feeling satisfied, but this was different. A strange itch he refused to scratch below the surface.
For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t get caught up in her. He had a name to live up to. A lifestyle to maintain. Maddie was a threat to all of that.
He’d seen some of his brothers—even fellow brothers with the Dirty Angels or the Blood Fury—fall victim to love, then go from an endless selection of pussy to being stuck with only one. While they seemed happy, even content, Romeo figured it had to be all smoke and mirrors. Being with only one woman for the rest of his life sounded like fucking torture.
He also didn’t want to deal with any ol’ lady drama of him having side bitches to get his variety fix. Most women didn’t like it when they were loyal, and their man was not.
“Rome!”
He shook himself mentally and realized he’d stopped moving. He had gotten so fucking lost in his head, he forgot where he was and what he was doing for a second.
What he was supposed to be doing was Maddie, but instead he was panicking. For no damn reason.
He wasn’t putting “a ring on it.” He sure as fuck wasn’t handing her his cut to wear. He wasn’t even taking her for a ride on the back of his sled.
He was doing what Romeo did best. Fucking her. Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing more, you asshole, nothing less.
“You didn’t come already, did you?” Her question might as well have been a bucket of ice tossed on his naked ass because the fact that she thought he came that quickly woke him the fuck up.
It also rubbed him the wrong way since he was no damn two pump chump.
“Didn’t come, woman. Gimme a sex… sec… fuuuck.” The last came out on a groan.
He was losing his shit. He needed to focus on what he was doing and afterward, focus on the exit.
“Okay, well… We don’t have all night.”
If that was supposed to be another of her damn “jokes,” he wasn’t laughing. “You in a fuckin’ rush?”
“I have to—” Her words were lost in a gasp followed by a long groan as he slammed into her.