Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Take me now, Mayhem.
In a swift move, Mayhem gripped the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. He had his mouth on hers, his tongue thrust inside. The feel of his lips on hers, moving rough, hard, and demanding, had every rational thought leaving her brain.
The way he held her, kissed her, made her feel wholly feminine and possessed. She felt the heat, the need in his touch as well as the way he ran his tongue along the inside of her mouth. She was helpless to stop it.
His other hand pressed against her lower back, and she gasped from the searing heat of that lone touch. When he pulled her closer, she groaned when his erection pressed against her belly. He was so hard already, and she swore she felt her inner muscles clench with the need to be filled by him.
“I want you naked for me,” he demanded against her mouth.
She moved back a step, not sure why she felt so frantic but also not wanting to stop it. Being with Mayhem had everything else vanishing, including her worries.
Being with Mayhem helped her forget about her troubles.
Once her clothing was removed, he yanked her back toward him, her breasts shaking from the force. He latched his mouth back on hers, taking control.
Eyes closed, body lost in feeling, Butters brought her hands to the front of his jeans and fumbled with the button, needing his cock out.
But Mayhem stopped her by placing his hand over hers. He released the button of his pants and pushed the zipper down. Mouth still latched in a demanding kiss, Mayhem backed her against the wall.
After what felt like forever, Butters finally felt the scorching-hot length of him press into her belly, the tip slick with pre-cum.
A moan ripped from her, and she was unable to stop it.
She was overheated, and not even the chill in the air could help combat the sweat that started to line her body.
She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers, feel his strength against her softness. She pushed at his cut, and before she could get it off, he was moving a step back from her and shedding the leather. She was back on him, pushing his shirt up almost frantically.
The air whooshed out of her when she glanced down at his exposed chest. Of course, she’d seen this glorious masculinity last night, but in the daylight, he looked so much more powerful.
Butters let her gaze travel down to the erection she felt throbbing against her, not even contained by his jeans. Before she could try to get the denim fully off, Mayhem pushed his pants down and kicked them aside.
He grabbed his cock, stroked himself while he watched her, and all she could do was place her hands on the wall to stabilize herself.
He stood before her like a god or maybe the very devil himself. Yes, the latter sounded more like Mayhem. And that turned her on. Knowing he was this dark angel, this dangerous male who could take the life from someone as easily as he breathed, had her so wet she felt uncomfortable from it.
Even though his size certainly was startling, and she’d already seen it and felt it deep in her ass, it was still shocking to see him completely bared. The piercings had all coherent thoughts leaving her.
She remembered what it felt like inside of her, even through the latex. Before she could drag her eyes from the sight, he grabbed right below her ass and lifted her, pressing her fully against the wall.
The coldness met her overheated flesh, and she bit her lip. His gaze tracked the movement, and then his tongue was running over the tender spot she had just abused.
A surprised gasp left her as he bathed her sensitive flesh in liquid heat. He tasted so good, and she was shamelessly leaning into him, seeking more, needing more like a fiend looking for her next fix.
The metal that adorned his body was heated as it pressed between her thighs. Butters was completely soaked, embarrassingly so, but she didn’t give a damn. A small, annoying voice inside told her she shouldn’t be enjoying this so much, but she didn’t care and told that voice to shut the hell up.
Right now, she couldn’t think of anything better than having Mayhem inside of her, erasing the grime of her life.
His hands on her body made her feel weak with need, womanly in her passion. For long seconds, they just kissed, but then surprising her, he turned with her in his arms and was striding over to the couch.
Once she was flat on the cushions, the fabric scratchy on her flesh, he leaned back on his haunches and stared right between her thighs. He didn’t touch her, didn’t even look like he was breathing.