Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Hold me there, Maeve. Relax for me.” He pushes deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and try not to move as he flexes his hips in small increments, having no idea how I’m remaining still and sane. The insides of my thighs are soaked with wetness. No amount of wiggling my hips or clenching my legs together helps. “My good girl needs to get off, doesn’t she?” he says between movements. “Use your hand, Maeve, and make sure you do it fast. We’re going to come together.”
I nod my response, already sliding my hand between my thighs. Two fingers are on my clit, making circular motions. I’m so close. A garbled grumble noise leaves me when I feel the thick and heavy spurt of JW’s cum hit my throat.
“Fuck.” I keep working myself and swallowing around his cock as he stays still. It’s an impossible task to remain coherent. My own orgasm is trying to devour me from the outside in.
“Look at you, working your pretty cunt, your mouth on my cock, and watching me the entire time.” How is he still hard after coming? JW has a stamina that could rival a porn star. I’m no longer able to hold on. I slide a finger inside myself, using my thumb on my clit, and when JW pulls me away from his length…
I’m done.
I’m finished.
I’m absolutely losing my mind.
And it’s all because of JW.
A man I thought would never be mine. And he’s overwhelming every sense possible.
“Joseph.” My head tips back, hand still holding on to his thigh, tightening my hold while my other is working myself through the orgasm that’s taking hold.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, and you’re mine, Maeve, all mine.” Any and all energy I have is zapped from within me. I fall forward, well aware of the man who JW is; he’ll catch me when I need him to. He might not have given me the words yet, but it’s not every day a man will plow his way into your place of employment, demand to know what’s going on, kiss you stupid, and then make good on his word later that same day.
“Joseph,” I say his name again. He wraps me up in his arms, holding me while he moves us until his back is flat on the mattress, and I’m nestled next to him.
“I’m here, baby girl. Always,” he murmurs against the crown of my head. That’s the last thing I hear before sleep pulls me under. I’m wrapped up in his warmth, protected in his arms, and right now, that’s all I need.
ELEVEN
JW
A soft noise has my eyes lifting open. It feels like only moments ago that I fell asleep. I’m used to functioning on little to no sleep, the price of living on a farm and being a rancher. Any time day or night, we can get a callout for some kind of emergency. Tonight is different. When I went back home, Lawson and I got to talking. I let him know what has been happening with Mae. He shook his head, asked if I’d called Fletch. After I told him I had, he said to take the next few nights off. He’d cover me, which is how I’m able to spend the night, switch my phone to silent, and enjoy my time with Maeve.
Which is exactly what I’m doing. After she wrung my dick dry, and she came twice, we were both exhausted. Mae more so than me. She fell asleep so quickly the talk we needed to have was put on the back burner. I got up, walked through the house, made sure the door was locked and the deadbolt thrown, turned the lights off, and went back to her room. Mae’s place is cute, if not a little smaller than what I’m used to. Still, it works, at least for now. There will be a time when this place won’t be hers anymore, when she’ll be with me, creating a home for us and our future family.
After I had the house shut down for the night, it was all about taking care of Maeve. A part of me was tempted to wake her up, shower or run a bath for her. Then I realized there was no amount of moving or shaking her awake. My woman sleeps like the dead, which doesn’t make me too happy with her living on her own. Shit could go sideways, a fire could happen, someone could break in, and whatever the fucking else. I don’t fucking like it, and if Mae is hesitant to stay with me, well, it looks like I’ll be moving in.
It didn’t take much to spread her legs, clean her up with a warm washcloth, and trail my fingers through the folds of her pussy. I couldn’t help myself; she was slick with wetness, this time for a different reason. Still, seeing how red and inflamed the lips of her cunt were after she finger-fucked herself, damn, it made me want a taste in the worst way. It also didn’t take much to figure out my sweet Maeve is innocent. I watched like my life depended on it. Mae kept her fingers barely inside of herself, only the tips, twice. Then there’s how she sucked my cock, listening and patiently waiting until I fed her my cock.