Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Or he could be a complete and utter dumbass and be misreading the whole situation. But…
Goddamn it. If Buster’s words popped into his head one more time, he was getting out of this tub, getting dressed without wasting time to dry off, getting in the Ford Ranger and driving until he found that motherfucker so he could punch him right in the fucking throat.
He pulled in a breath through his nostrils. “Got it. Hop on.”
Hop on? He mentally groaned. The hot tub must be cooking his brain.
Even with her lips pinned together, he could see her attempt not to laugh at his response by the way the corners of her eyes crinkled.
“You make it sound like it’s a sacrifice.”
Digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass, he lifted her up and shifted her forward while holding his dick in place. Then he released her, letting her take it from there.
This was all on her. He would just go along for the ride.
“Definitely not a sacrifice,” escaped him on a grunt as she settled onto his lap once again, but this time with him fully planted deep within her tight, hot pussy.
He quickly grabbed her hips and held her still, because… damn…
“I need to move,” she breathed.
She wasn’t the only one, but it was more important that he take a much-needed moment to breathe through the urge to fuck her hard and fast, and come just as quickly and intensely.
Once he had that impulse reined in—for the most part—he shifted to the edge of the seat to give her room to wrap her legs around his waist. She hooked her left arm around his neck and fisted the hair at the back of his head with her right hand.
Using a light grip, he held onto her as she lifted and fell on his shaft, but kept himself from encouraging her by pulling or pushing. Since this was her rodeo, he let her set the pace, even though it was a damn struggle to not guide her actions when soft whimpers escaped her every time she sank deep.
He needed to ignore those sexy little sounds as she used his cock to get herself off.
Yeah, this was definitely not a sacrifice. If she wanted to use him the same way every night, for however long she lived in his house, he wouldn’t say no.
It wasn’t rocket science.
For fuck’s sake, he was going to smother that motherfucker with raw pizza dough tomorrow.
After evicting Buster from his noggin, Decker dropped his head enough to pull one of Sloane’s tight buds into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip.
Her head dropped back and she arched into him, shoving her nipple even deeper into his mouth. He increased the pressure, grabbed her breast and squeezed hard enough to cause both a sharp gasp and a low moan to fall from her parted lips before backing off a little and kneading it more gently.
“Decker,” she groaned.
Hearing her call him that while they fucked was a little off-putting. He never had a woman do that before since only his friends, fellow law enforcement and BAMC brothers called him by his last name. When they weren’t calling him some stupid nickname.
Hearing it threw him off his game. “Sloane…”
“Don’t stop,” she panted.
The fuck if he was stopping. Did she realize she was the one in control right now, not him?
He quickly decided against telling her to use his first name while he fucked her. Or vice versa. He’d simply deal with it for now.
A grunt was forced from him, and he stopped caring what she called him when she slammed down onto his cock even harder.
Damn. The woman was trying to get her full nickel’s worth while riding him like a dime-store pony.
When she threw her head back and exposed the delicate line of her throat, it screamed his name.
Wanting to taste her there, he pressed his lips against her neck and murmured, “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
Even though he wanted to leave his mark on the delicate column of her neck, he refrained. She wasn’t his to mark and doing so might freak her out.
Instead, he rolled a puckered nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger. When her back arched and a moan slipped from her, he adjusted his grip and twisted even harder.
“Kiss me,” she urged.
Without waiting for him to do so, she took his lips first. Their tongues tangled and twisted. Their breathing synchronized and meshed.
His tongue dragged through her mouth, then across her bottom lip and down her throat again, where he murmured against her damp skin, “You make me so damn hard.”
“Keep… talking,” she groaned.
Well, fuck, the woman liked dirty talk. He would gladly oblige.
“Feel you pulsing around me, squeezing my cock. You’re so fucking close. When you explode around me, you’ll make me come, too.”