Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Open for me,” he orders, and my lips part without protest. When a deep, sexy groan leaves Mace, I lose it and wrap my arms around him. This time when I kiss him back, there are no potholes to blame.
He rocks his hips, and the hard length of his cock grinds against my clit. I whimper and beg him for more, and he gives it to me. Mace moves his body, forcing his cock to slide back and forth against my sex. I hate our clothes because I so badly want to feel him against me.
“Mace.” I gasp for air as an orgasm quickly builds.
Never have I come close to getting off this quickly. I started touching myself after I caught Mace masturbating because I hadn’t been able to control myself. But I’ve never been able to get myself off this fast, and right now, I’m already teetering on the edge.
“I love when you say my name,” he grunts into my ear before he trails kisses down my neck. “Say it when you come, beauty. I need to hear it. Please,” he orders. The neediness of his want is my undoing, and the perfect grind against my clit is all it takes.
“Mace!” I cry out as the orgasm bursts through my body. I buck against him as my chest tries to rise off the bed, but I don’t get anywhere. Mace’s giant frame keeps me pinned beneath him as he keeps rutting against me and drawing out my orgasm. Then a low groan leaves him before he buries his face in my neck.
My soaked panties are stuck to me, and I wonder how much I came. When Mace lifts his head, our eyes lock, and my stomach tightens. So many things go through my mind all at once, and I wonder what he’s going to say. The high of the orgasm and lust-filled passion has tapered off, leaving us in the aftermath of what we’ve done.
“I…ah…” I start to say, but I’m cut off by the sound of an alarm going off.
I have no clue what I was going to say, so I’m glad for the interruption. Mace grunts and rolls off me before he grabs his phone and turns it off.
“You have a dress fitting.”
“Shit!” I squeal before I spring from the bed, and the giant shirt I put on in the middle of the night covers my nearly naked body. “What time is it?”
“You’ve got time. I’ll make breakfast while you shower.” My eyes can’t help but drop to his boxer briefs. The hard outline of his cock is evident, and so is the wet spot I left on him. He didn’t get his release, and he’s still so turned on. “What about you?”
“I’ll shower after you’re finished,” he says, and I lick my lips.
“I meant that.” My eyes drop back to his cock again. “Sorry for the mess I left on you.”
“Mess?” He lets out a sexy chuckle. “It’s not all yours, beauty.”
My eyes widen. “You…ah…”
“Came? Yeah.”
“I thought it goes down after.” His cock is still thick and straining against the material.
“It’s not going down. That barely took the edge off.” He walks around the side of the bed with his swollen length jutting out. Mace isn’t bashful at all right now.
When we were younger, I thought he was shy, but he hadn’t been when I caught him masturbating. He was bold and let me see every inch of what he was doing. I suppose he could be different with sex, and maybe he keeps it hidden and behind closed doors.
“Okay, I’ll just go get ready.” I dart toward the bathroom, trying not to think about him coming on me.
Mace has probably had tons of experiences, and I dry-humped him like I was in high school. In my defense, I never got to do those things in high school, but still. I feel like a dork.
I’m so out of my league when it comes to this. More than anything, I want to ask my sister for advice, but this isn’t the time. It’s her week, and I’m not going to overshadow it with my crap.
The only problem is I’m terrible at hiding things from my sister. Hopefully the dresses will keep her distracted, and she doesn’t notice.
TWELVE
MACE
Briar moans as she eats the last bite of the biscuit, and I can’t stop watching her. All I can do is remember this is the exact same sound she made when she was pinned under me, and I’m so fucking hard.
I tried to keep busy while she was in my shower, but it was impossible not to think about her up there naked and wet. As I cooked her breakfast, I would stop and think about the water running over her bare breasts, and I had to force myself not to run after her. Now she’s moaning, and I’m hanging on by a thread.