Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“You two are filthy,” Addison groans, but then quickly grins. “Tell me the address.”
“Calm down, sugar,” Cade drawls, his eyes dancing over her with lust and desire. “You’ve had enough fun for one year.”
Addison scoffs. “I hardly call being a mother and trying to lose this baby fat enough fun.”
Cade reaches out, gripping her chin. “Not a single ounce of fuckin’ fat could ever make you less beautiful.”
“Ugh,” I snort. “You two are gross.”
“Back to the club,” Muff goes on, his eyes dancing over my face as he places the drinks down. “Share.”
“You’re making me jealous,” Ciara groans, rubbing a hand over her pregnant belly.
She’s cooking up baby number two, and it only makes her that much more beautiful.
“Just because you’re pregnant don’t mean I can’t take you in and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
“Jesus,” Jackson grunts. “You bunch are sendin’ me grey.”
“Greyer,” Addison corrects him.
Serenity giggles, and Jackson gives her a devilish look.
Coming from a club that was all violence and hate, this is something else entirely. They’re a family, and they’d do anything for each other. I thank God every single day that he let them into my life, because I have something now that I’ve never had before. Muff slides a hand up my spine, making me shiver. “How much longer are you going to make me wait?”
I grin, sitting down at the booth and glancing up at him through my lashes. “Let’s drink.”
He gives me a wicked grin but sits down beside me and shoots back the whiskey in his glass. God he’s beautiful, not just his looks but his personality. He has this bright, vibrant nature and he makes you feel safe, beautiful, and sexy all in one hit. He is the most incredible father, and don’t get me started on the kind of lover he is. Muff is everything I could have ever dreamed of, and now he’s all mine.
A hand slides up my leg, and I flinch, snapping out of my thoughts as I curl my fingers around the cold glass in my hand, trying to act like there isn’t a hand roaming dangerously close to my already aching sex. I give Muff a side eye, but he’s talking to Jackson as if nothing is happening, meanwhile his hand is gliding up higher and higher, until his fingertips are roaming over my slick, wet, silk panties.
He’s a devil.
Insatiable.
Ciara is chatting to me about something involving her son Danny, and I’m struggling to keep up. My core is aching, and I curl my toes to try and stop the desperate need from showing in my face. I can’t make a scene, I can’t stop it, and Muff damn well knows it. His finger slips beneath my panties, sliding over my wet pussy, and I know that he isn’t about to stop. We’re all squashed in, so not a single person can tell what his hand is doing, but I know that soon I’ll struggle to keep it a secret.
He's tormenting me, teasing, making me suffer for having him wait.
“Tell them what Ebony did yesterday, Jaybird,” Muff casually murmurs, his finger rubbing over my clit, causing it to swell beneath it.
Asshole.
He’s making me talk on purpose. He knows what he’s doing.
I’m going to have his head for this.
Swallowing, I try to make my voice as calm as I can when I tell the group about how Ebony managed to get Max out of his crib all by herself, even though she’s tiny, and carried him into our room where she proudly announced what she had done as we both had mild freakouts. By the end of the story, my toes are curled so tightly, my foot is aching. I need to get out of this booth before he makes me cum right here.
“Got to pee,” I say quickly, pulling away and shuffling out, over Muff’s lap and past his wicked smile.
Rushing off, my pussy aching with every step, I go into the bathroom and slam the door, pressing my back against the sink and exhaling. Everything inside me is on fire, and I am desperate with a need that is slowly taking over. The door creaking has my head turning to see Muff walking in. His eyes are lusty, hungry, and he’s not hiding it. He locks the door before walking toward me, not saying a single word as he reaches down, hauling me up and placing my bottom on the sink.
“Don’t scream,” he growls, before lowering down and hooking a finger into my panties, pulling them aside before closing his mouth over my clit.
Don’t scream.
How the fuck am I supposed to stay quiet when his mouth is doing wicked things, sucking my clit, biting it, flicking it. Then he’s licking me up and down like an ice cream, pushing his tongue into my pussy, sending me into a frenzy as I grip the cold porcelain either side of me, praying I don’t fall. Closing my eyes, I moan, biting my lip to try and muffle it, as an orgasm climbs to the surface.