Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
His breath hitched, and I let out a moan when his hips jerked again, the zipper of his jeans pressing hard against my pussy through my shorts. The friction left my body wanting more, and I became needy. My pussy clenched as the need to be filled became strong.
Maddox thrust into me, again and again, the motion too similar to fucking.
My thighs trembled, and my heart seized.
He kissed his way down my throat, biting and sucking softly at my skin. His palm caressed the curve of my breasts, feeling the heavy mounds in his hands. His grunts and his groans were music to my ears, even as I tried to remind myself how wrong this was.
It’s wrong. I released his shoulders and pushed a hand between us.
This is wrong. My fingers traced my wet slit through my shorts.
Maddox rubbed against me again, and it was a delicious sensation that had my eyes fluttering closed.
I shoved a hand into my shorts and tugged my panties aside. My eyes blurred with tears as a whimper echoed from my lips. It felt so good, even though it was so fucking wrong.
“Fuck, goddamn it,” he cursed, the muscles in his neck corded, and his face tensed.
His thrusts grew jerkier and faster. He was chasing his orgasm, climbing toward something forbidden between us.
My thumb slid over my swollen clit, and my hips jerked up. I was so hot, and my fingers glided over my wetness. My knuckles brushed against my pussy lips, feeling the way my core contracted. I was so turned on; I’d never been this wet before. I gathered my wetness with two fingers and rubbed my pulsing clit. Pleasure spiked through me and my back bowed.
The feel of Maddox’s lips against my throat and his hands kneading my breasts had my eyes rolling back into my head. His thumb skimmed over my hardened nipple through my top, and I shuddered. My body easily responded to his touch, and I realized I had been craving this for the longest time.
“Lila,” he groaned out hoarsely. “Fuck, Lila. My Lila.”
Maddox humped me, thrusting, and I rocked my hips against his in unison, finding a rhythm between us. I imagined he really was fucking me. No clothes, no barrier between us, and our bare bodies pressed together in the most intimate way two human beings could be together.
The image of us fucking was so decadently sinful and filthy. My calves tightened, and my whole body clenched as I climbed up and up toward my release.
I rubbed myself faster before sliding my thumb over my clit and pinching it. My vision blurred, and my whole spasmed as I choked back a gasp before biting on my lip. Wetness pooled between my thighs, coating my fingers and panties with my shameful release. Wet and sticky, I continued to rub myself in leisure strokes, feeling the little twitches of my pussy after my orgasm.
Maddox thrust hard, and I gasped before a moan spilled past my lips. He tensed above me, and his hips stilled, his head thrown back with a low, deep grunt. Warmth spread through his jeans, and I could feel it through my shorts. He just came.
Maddox’s eyes pierced me for a second and then he slumped over my body.
The moment was gone, and I was instantly filled with shame and immense guilt. My stomach twisted, bile coating every inch of my mouth.
What have I done?
There was absolutely no excuse. Maddox had been drunk, and I took advantage of the situation for my own pleasure. He probably wasn’t going to remember this tomorrow morning…
But what if… he did?
My heart thudded in my chest, and I swallowed back a sob. I removed my hand from my panties, the stickiness on my fingers a harsh reminder of our actions. I stretched my arm out and kept the hand I pleasured myself with far away from us.
Maddox buried his face in my shoulder. His body went slack, and I felt him soft snores against my skin. The heaviness of him sank into me like a warm blanket, and for a brief moment, I imagined how it’d be to fall asleep in his arms every night and to wake up next to him, just like this. As much as the fantasy was sweet, it would only have a bitter ending.
My fingers slid through his hair, my nails grazing the back of his neck softly, just the way he liked it. My lips parted, wanting to whisper my secret, but I felt choked. The heart is a traitor, and, in that moment, I could feel all my defenses crumbling to the ground.
Maddox grumbled something under his breath, and it sounded like my name. His arm tightened around my hip, and my arms curled around his shoulders as a lone tear slid down my cheeks. I didn’t want to let go… but I had to.