Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” I panted, staring at the ceiling.
“Really? Not even winning the Super Bowl?” she teased, her voice tired. Although, I was pretty sure she wasn’t entirely joking.
I don’t know where I found the energy, but I chuckled and scooped an arm underneath her to pull her up against my side. “There’s no comparison, Marleigh.”
She didn’t respond, so I glanced down and smirked when I saw she’d fallen back asleep.
I kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Nothing will ever be as amazing or as important to me as you and our family.”
10
Marleigh
The timing of Clay moving in with me ended up being perfect. If we’d met sometime over the past few months, then I would have been busy with classes and my internship. If we’d met in a couple of months, then he would have been gearing up for summer training camp and the preseason. There was this short sliver of time when neither of us had much to do. Where we could hang out and get to know each other without the real world interfering.
That was exactly what we’d done for the past twenty-four hours, barely leaving the bed except for quick trips to the bathroom, a couple of showers—that we took together—and to grab food when it was dropped off at the door. It was the best day of my life, and with how Clay was kissing his way up my leg, I was pretty sure it was about to get even better.
“What’re you doing?”
He flashed me a cocky smile. “If you don’t know yet, then I’ve been doing it wrong.”
“If what you’ve been doing so far is wrong, then I can’t wait for you to show me how it’s done right.” Stretching out an arm, I threaded my fingers through his thick red hair. “Although, I don’t see how that’s even remotely possible.”
“Each time I take you, it gets better, baby.” He nipped at the inside bend of my knee, sending a spark of pleasure through my system.
“True,” I gasped as his tongue slid down the crease of my upper thigh, my hips lifting off the mattress.
He slid his hands under my butt as he murmured, “So maybe what I should have said was that I’d show you how it can be even more right.”
“Oh, goodie. I was hoping you’d say something like that.” I grinned down at him. “Do your best, big shot.”
He tilted his head to the side, quirking a brow. “Big shot?”
“Seems like the perfect nickname to me.” My palm drifted down to squeeze his brawny shoulder. “You’ve already more than proven that you’re big all over.”
“And I sure as fuck have shot a bucketload of come into your tight pussy since I’ve met you.”
I froze at his growled words. Somehow, in the heat of passion, it hadn’t occurred to me that we’d never used protection any of the numerous times we’d had sex. But any questions I might have asked—like was he really okay with running the risk of getting me pregnant—was swallowed by my moan of pleasure when his tongue swiped between my lower lips. Then all rational thought fled as he buried his face in my pussy, licking and sucking every drop of my juices.
Pushing my legs wider, he wedged his shoulders between my thighs and ate me like a starving man. It hadn’t been more than a few hours since his mouth had been on my pussy, but he never seemed to get enough of me. Not that I was ever going to complain when he always blew my mind. “So good.”
“And so fucking delicious.” He let out a rumble of satisfaction as he swept his tongue through my wetness. “I’m already addicted to your taste. Can’t get enough of you.”
Heat flared in his green orbs as he licked me from bottom to top, his tongue swirling around my clit. My breath caught in my throat as he lifted me higher, his gaze drifting up my body to meet mine. “I love how wet you get for me, baby.”
My eyes squeezed shut as he continued to devour me with his mouth. His tongue drove me closer to the edge with every swipe through my folds. Each flick at my clit made me writhe in need. Then it dipped inside my entrance at the exact moment when he pinched my sensitive bundle of nerves, and intense pleasure coursed through my body. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
Clay ate me through my release, but he didn’t stop there. Instead, he kept at me, sinking a finger into my tight heat. My inner walls clenched around him. “That’s my good girl. You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” I lifted my hips to meet the thrust of his finger as he worked it in and out of my channel.