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)
“I’m sorry, Madden.” I open my eyes so he can see the sincerity I’m trying to convey in them. “So very sorry.” The heaviness I’ve been carrying around, ignoring every single thing that happened three years ago, trying to make light of how I’ve completely blocked that time out, has not done me any favors, and the proof is in the pudding. Especially since I know without a doubt I am one thousand percent falling head over heels in love with Madden Hughes.
“Sweetheart, there’s no need to cry, promise. While I get where you’re coming from, you have to know I’m not going to be the one who makes you change your personality. I want you to be yourself, completely, even if that means I get the saucy side of you, or the dramatic side.” He moves closer, our mouths so close that I know if I moved just an inch or so more, I’d have his lips pressed against mine.
“I know that now,” I tell him.
“If you’re apologizing, so am I. There’s not an excuse in the book. I should have made more of an effort to get back in touch with you after you messaged me, regardless of work,” he says right before he pulls me closer, lips going to mine. He guides our kiss as he nips at my upper lip. His other hand grips my side, pulling me until the inside of my legs are on the outside of his thighs. His tongue slides inside, the two of us giving it all in just a kiss. I let my walls down, not trying to take over but to live in the moment, feeling the rumble of his groan when my hands slide along his lower abdomen, landing on his chest.
“Fuck, Hendrix.” We pull a part, both of our breaths labored, chests rising and falling.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, worried he’s putting the brakes on tonight.
“Nothing, just making sure we both know this starts here and now. It’ll be a fresh start. You’re mine in every possible way, and I’m going to possess this beauty right along with your mouth.” There’s no chance to respond. Madden takes my mouth, kissing me breathless, taking care of any ounce of sanity I may have, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
THIRTY-TWO
Madden
“Fuck yeah, Hendrix, suck me harder,” I tell her once we’re both naked. We were ripping each other’s clothes off as we made our way into the bedroom. I knew what I had in store for her was going to require a bed and the mirror that’s situated in the corner of my room. Right now, my hand is gripping her hair in a ponytail of sorts. She’s on her knees between my spread thighs, both of us naked, and when she made it known she wanted her mouth around my cock, I was more than willing. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to tell her how I liked it. She moans her response. The hand not wrapped in her hair is stroking from her shoulder until I cup one full breast, feeling her tremble as two of my fingers pinch her nipple.
“Deeper. Take me to the back of your throat.” She swallows around my length, breathes through her nose, and does exactly as I want, though I’m not coming down her throat. When I come, it’ll be inside her cunt. Hendrix slides down, keeps going until she’s taken my full length before she pulls back, teeth covered by her lips, suctioning my cock like it’s her lifeline, attempting to pull the cum out of my body.
“Enough.” I pull her off, too close to coming, and I’m not even close to being done with what I’m going to do to her body.
“Madden, that’s not fair.” One hand is between her legs. I knew what she was doing while sucking my dick. I didn’t have a problem with it, knowing she was pleasuring herself while taking care of me. It was hot as fuck, seeing and hearing her wetness as she fucked her cunt with her fingers. I know that once I get her where I want her, it’s going to make it all the better.
“What’s not fair is thinking you’re going to make me come down your throat before you even get yours. Besides, don’t think you’re getting off easily after putting us through hell for weeks until realizing that we’re better together than apart.” My hand goes out towards her, offering to help her up off the ground. I might not have given her a pillow to rest her knees on, but the least I can do is help her up.
“Why do I feel like this is only the beginning?” She stands in front of me. My hands slide around her hips, pulling her closer to me, not giving her an answer. Instead, I dip my head down, kissing her, feeling her tits press against my chest, hands sliding down until I’m cupping the cheeks of her ass, guiding her until she gets the hint that I want her legs wrapped around my hips.