Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
"Memphis," she whispers, her voice catching as I reach into my pocket and pull out the ring.
"I've been waiting for the perfect moment to give this to you, but that isn't our way. We don't wait for perfect moments, Toto. We make the goddamn things ourselves." My voice is steady. I'm not nervous or anxious. I've considered this moment a thousand times, and I fucking want it. "So I'm making one now. And I'm doing it in front of sixty-thousand witnesses so you can't kick my ass for not giving you a choice in the matter." I smirk up at her, holding the ring between my fingers. "You're marrying me, Kylie Conroy. It's not a question. You belong with me. And we know damn well that I'm yours. So how about you put this ring on your finger and put me out of my fuckin' misery already?"
"Aww," sixty-thousand people all shout at the same time, but I don't pay them any attention. All my focus is on Kylie.
Her eyes fill with tears, and she nods. "Yes," she whispers, the word barely audible. But I hear it reverberating like a gong in my soul.
Relief floods through me as I press my head to her hand before slipping the ring onto her finger.
The crowd erupts into cheers, their approval echoing through the arena as I scoop her up into my arms, crushing my lips to hers. Our kiss is frantic, urgent, tinged with the promise of tomorrow and clouded with desire.
"I'm calling in that favor now, Memphis," she breathes against my lips, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Name it," I growl, my cock throbbing.
"You inside me. Now," she orders.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," I agree without hesitation, stomping toward the back of the stage with her in my arms.
She squeals with laughter, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I love you, Memphis Hughes."
"I love you too, Toto. You and that little kitty, too."
Five minutes later, the door to my dressing room slams shut behind us with a resounding thud, shutting out everyone but me and her. Within seconds, I've got her back pressed against the cold metal of the door.
My lips crash down on hers in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling. She grinds against my cock, her hips rolling in a way that makes me see fucking stars. I growl into her mouth, my hands fisting in her hair as I take control of the kiss, devouring her with a hunger that borders on feral.
She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders through the thin fabric of my shirt. I can feel the desperation in her touch, the need that matches my own. It's a living, breathing thing between us.
I break the kiss, my lips trailing down the column of her throat. I nip and suck at the sensitive skin there, marking her as mine. She gasps, her head falling back against the door with a soft thud.
I don't waste any time yanking her shirt off over her head.
"You ready for my cock, Toto?" I growl, working at the button of her jeans with impatient fingers. My body trembles, a testament to how much I crave her.
"Yes," she moans, dragging my shirt up and over my head.
"Good, because I'm gonna fuck you through this door. It's been too goddamn long." My voice is rough, hungry for what I'm about to do to her.
"Memphis," she laughs breathlessly, her eyes dancing with mischief. "We just had sex this morning."
"No, princess." I nip her bottom lip, savoring the taste of her. "We made love this morning. Now, I'm going to fuck you."
Her moans fill the otherwise silent room as I shove my hand into her pants, finding the sweet, wet cunt I can't get enough of.
"Memphis," she breathes, arching into my touch.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me already, Toto," I growl approvingly, rubbing slow circles around her swollen clit. "You want my cock that bad, huh?"
"God, yes," she pants, her hips undulating against my hand. "I need you, Memphis. Please."
I lean in close, my stubble rasping along her cheek as I whisper filthy promises in her ear. "I'm going to make this sweet pussy come so hard on my fingers. Then I'm going to fuck you raw, princess. Pound this tight cunt until you're screaming my name."
She whimpers and bucks against me, her wetness coating my fingers. I slide two fingers deep inside her, curling them up to stroke that secret spot that drives her wild.
"That's it, baby," I encourage as her walls flutter around me. "Squeeze my fingers. Show me how bad this pussy needs to get fucked."
"Memphis!" she cries out, her nails digging into my biceps as I pump my fingers faster, harder, my thumb circling her clit with relentless pressure.
"Come on my hand, Toto. Fuckin' drench me," I command, working her over with expert skill. I know her body as well as my own.