Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
My words are incoherent. This man can work my body up. He’s slamming his fingers in and out of me like he’s as angry as I am, the palm of his hand on my clit, and right when I’m teetering on the edge of letting go, he bites down on my nipple, getting me closer, then pulling away from one breast and moving to the other. My body would be swaying in wanton desire if he weren’t holding me up. Which only pisses me off further, especially when he pulls back, taking his fingers and mouth away from me.
“What the fuck, Madden?” I use my body, attempting to get away. Not like it helps any. His fingers that were just inside my pussy are now cupping me on the outside of my shorts. I’m cursing the fact that we aren’t naked and I can’t slide down on his cock.
“You’re not coming on my fingers again. It’ll be my cock.” My body is still wrapped around him like jellyfish against flesh. I should put a stop to this, push him away like I know would be a good idea, but he is holding me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, so there’s no way I can tell him no. So, I do one better. My mouth attaches to the side of his neck, sucking on the skin, hard, wanting to mark him in a more permanent way than he’s done to my body in the sense of giving me mind-blowing orgasms, whether it’s by Madden himself or when I’m alone. Yes, I’m aware this makes zero sense, but right now, I’m turning off my mind and listening to my body, even if all she’s after is a good fucking ride.
TWENTY-ONE
Madden
“You want it rough? The way you’re sucking at my neck, sweetheart, it’s like you’re staking a claim.” I fist the back of her head, keeping her pressed close to me. Meanwhile, my other hand is sliding to the front of her shorts, going after the heart of her. This woman is greedy when it comes to orgasms. The more, the better. The second my fingers graze nothing but smooth bare slickness, she goes wild, moving from one side of my neck to the other.
“Off.” She pulls away from where I’m certain now is a bite mark and pulls at my shirt from the bottom. Neither of us had the forethought to strip out of our clothes.
“You’ll lose my fingers. Pretty sure the way your cunt is tightening on them currently, that’s not what you really want. Stand up for me, Hendrix. Take those clothes of yours off, and don’t lose my fingers.”
“God, how did I not realize how bossy you are before now?” I flick her clit with my thumb, going from two fingers to three, feeling the tight fit and how she locks up. What she doesn’t do is lose my fingers, not while she takes off her shirt, giving me an unencumbered view of her tits, her pebbled nipples, skin flushed from her cheeks to her lower chest.
“Says the girl who runs away every time she gets off.” I pull my fingers out, then thrust them back in just as fast. Hendrix stops for a moment, almost as if she’s about to make a remark. Not sure if she should, because the way her body locks up, it lets me know she likes the way I’m moving my fingers, fluttering them while mimicking what I’d be doing if she were wrapped around my cock.
“Shut up and let me come.” Finally, her fingers hook into the tight fabric of her shorts, shoving them over the curve of her ass until she’s shimmying her legs. I notice it’s helping her achieve the goal she is after, and no fucking way am I going to let that happen. The next thing that would happen is her kicking me out of her place with the gift of blue balls again. Not happening.
“You’re not coming until you’re wrapped around my cock. Unbutton my pants, Hendrix.” She bends down. Since we’re still sitting on the couch, making it to the bed will have to happen next time. Even if I did ask for direction, the way she was going at me had me veering to the first available surface. Hendrix may think she’ll have the upper hand, but we’re not playing it that way. My hand that’s not fucking her cunt goes to my back pocket, grabbing my wallet to pull a condom out. Better to be prepared than unprepared, a boy scout of sorts.
“Jesus, you’re huge.” I smirk. She’s ridden the thing clothed and had to know it’s not a small package.
“Focus, sweetheart. The sooner you pull it out, the sooner my cock will be where my fingers are.” I keep working, pulsing inside of her pussy.