Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Mace.” Tyra’s eyes open, tits heaving with every deep thrust of my cock, hitting so deep inside her that she’ll be unable to hold back.
“You like that, siren, my cum inside you, you not being on birth control?” I grunt. Her pussy clasps so tightly around my cock that I know not much more, and holding back will be a thing of the past.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. Wetness soaks me. She comes, but it’s a completely different type of cum, soaking me, my stomach, her legs, and I’m sure the comforter beneath me. One thing holds true, though: Tyra never takes her green eyes off me, eyes that are like the leaves turning on a tree right before summer turns to fall. The entire time, she does as I ask. Not even when my balls draw up tight or my cum blasts her hot, wet, tight depths do our eyes leave one another, and I know she’ll have my fingerprints marked on her thighs, much like the cum I fuck inside her will leave a mark as well.
“Siren.” Her name comes out breathless. I’m thankful for this moment, knowing I’ll do whatever I have to in order to have this over and over again. I move her legs until she wraps them around me, then drop over her satiated body. Making sure not to give her too much of my weight while wanting our skin touching, I land on my forearms, lips meeting hers. Without a word, Tyra’s hand goes into my hair, and I kiss her like I’m taking my last breath of air. No words need to be spoken. Right now, here, in the present, we’re the only two who matter.
THIRTEEN
Tyra
My whole body is sore, deliciously sore at that. Mace rode me hard and put me up wet, literally. I’m surrounded by the memories of the three times he took me throughout the night, his smokey, woodsy smell mixed with my own floral scent, along with our loving-making. It’s like so many memories before our life came to a complete standstill, him still full of stamina, a cock that is continuously rock hard with even the barest touch of my body against his, and the love that is shown in his eyes each and every time he looks at me. Shit, I can still feel the remnants of what was left behind from the last time he took me, Mace making sure every drop of his cum that slid out of me was pushed back in with his fingers, making me come again at a moment’s notice.
The way he asked me when I had my last period, how he told me we’re in the clear right now when it comes to a pregnancy, but we may not be lucky next time. Going as far to say if I didn’t want another kid running around, it was up to me to get on birth control because condoms were not an option in his eyes. I rolled my eyes until he pressed on my lower abdomen, sliding in and out at a leisurely pace. The significance of where he left his hand told me all I needed to know. He was dead serious. And I shouldn’t be thinking about that. There’s no way Mace and I are in a place right now where another child should be the topic of conversation.
I settle back in the pillows, trying to contain my smile. This could be it, Mace being up front and honest, putting his money where his mouth is. It’s the sincerest he’s been thus far. The only thoughts that have my stomach sinking like a lead weight is where Mace could be, because he’s certainly not in the bed beside me or in the shower; I’d have heard that. I stretch, feeling my tight muscles tense when I do. The bedding drops to my waist, breasts out in the cool air making me shiver with the air conditioning blasting across my body, along with the ceiling fan. My eyes look for something to slip on seeing how my dress isn’t going to cut it. I only find Mace’s dress shirt that’s on the ground, and as awesome as that shirt will feel against my bare skin, I’m thinking a shower and comfort is more my speed. My nipples are tender, my neck much the same, and between my legs, yeah, let’s just say if a warm bath were drawn for me, that’s where I’d be.
“Mace, are you here?” I call out to the open doorway after finally peeling myself out of bed, standing naked because why put something on only to take it off? And maybe, just maybe, I can convince Mace to take a warm shower with me.
“Siren, why aren’t you still in bed?” The man who’s turned my insides into liquids walks around the corner, jeans on and unbuttoned at the top, hair a mess from my hands, and imagine my surprise when I see the massive hickeys I’ve planted on both sides of his neck.