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)
“Siren.” The insides of her thighs are pressed to the outside of mine, core settled against my cock. The only thing she’s wearing is the thong I’m definitely going to be ripping off the second I get my mind wrapped around what I’m going to say. “Apology not necessary. We’re a team. We get back out what we put in. I should be on my knees begging for forgiveness, apologizing daily. You’ve given me more than I’d ever expected. What I can promise you from this day forward is that I’ll work as hard as I can until you have no doubt in your mind that with you and Von is where I’ll always be.” My hand slides around her neck, cupping it. I hold it there, feeling her pulse beat rapidly.
“That’s the thing, I do forgive you. I love you, Mace. I’ve always loved you, and I always will.” She licks her lips, hands going to my chest for purchase, apparently knowing that I’m about to take her lips, kiss the shit out of her, and show her more than anything the love I have for her.
“I love you, siren. I never stopped. We’ll start fresh. We’ll both communicate, and even if I have to work late here or there, you will always know I’m thinking about you.” I move her hand, laying it on top of my heart. My own covers it as I bring her mouth to mine. No other words need to be spoken between us. Now it’s time we both show one another what our love means to us.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Tyra
My hands were greedy during our kiss that beat all the kisses we’ve ever shared—so much depth, honesty, and trust was poured into it that I could feel it wrapping around us like we were in a butterfly’s cocoon.
“Tyra.” Mace’s voice is raspy as I settle on top of him, and the fabric of my thong against his clothed body does little to stop the hunger that’s consuming my entire body. My hands grip his shoulders, holding him as tightly as possible. His thumbs slide along my nipples, not staying there and playing with them as I hoped he would; instead, the palms of his hands glide down the sides of my body until they land on my ass, fingers pressing into the globes as he settles me along the length of his hardness. My head tips back, senses taking over as I rock my hips back and forth.
“I need you, Mace, so badly,” I tell him. Honestly, in truth, we both need each other. No matter how many times he takes me, my body is ravenous for him. It builds until I’m at a breaking point, and I swear sometimes a grazing of his fingers across my slit is all it takes to have me coming.
“Then you better go after what you want. You’re guiding this round.” I bring my eyes to his. Mace may be saying that this is my show, but the way he’s stimulating my body with his hands tells me otherwise.
“Oh, really? So you’re going to sit still for the entire time as I unbutton your pants, pull your cock out, hold it steady as I use you to slide inside me?” My hands move down his fabric-covered chest. I’m not worrying about that, though. The destination I have my sight set on is Mace’s cock. I lift my hips, giving myself room to work metal between us, happy to see the pair of jeans he’s wearing is all buttons, which makes it easier to work with. And Mace, the man forgoes boxer briefs unless he’s in suit pants, so that means nothing but skin will meet the palm of my hand.
“Only if you don’t take much longer. Christ,” he groans. I pop the buttons simultaneously, hand reaching in and wrapping around his cock. Mace decides then that he’s going to make things easier on me. His hands wrap around the lace fabric at my hip and destroy it with one solid wrench. I guess that’s what I get for buying frivolous panties that he’s intent on destroying nine times out of ten. The fabric falls to one side; Mace takes the opportunity to slide his thumb along my clit. Two can play that game. I squeeze his hard length once, my own thumb sweeping over the tip that’s glistening with pre-cum, and if I were able to, it would be my tongue lapping it up. Instead, I bring the wetness on my thumb to my mouth, and Mace’s eyes blaze with desire as I make a scene, tongue wrapping around my thumb, licking every last drop off, continuing even after it’s gone.
“Fuck, you keep messing around, and I’m not going to let you take the lead, siren.” The hand holding me steady on my hip squeezes, thumb dipping into my wetness, which I know is painting the inside of my thighs from the foreplay alone, and gliding it along my clit.