Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Shit, Mace,” he breathes behind me, his thumbs gently brushing over my hips. “Are you okay? That was rough.”
“Never been better,” I tell him, my pussy shuddering with every slight move he makes, suddenly overly sensitive to his touch. “That was incredible.”
“You’re telling me.”
I grin and look back at him. “What can I say?” I ask before adopting my best customer service voice. “We strive to offer a full-service experience here at High Voltage Ink.”
Alex laughs as he slowly pulls out of me, and I suck in a breath, a little bit sore. “Sorry, Mace. I didn’t even think about using a condom,” he says. “We just got a little carried away.”
“I know,” I admit. “I realized halfway through, but the idea of you coming inside of me was too good, and I couldn’t stop, but it’s fine. I’m on birth control.”
“Good,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my reddened ass cheek as it remains high in the sky, only when I feel him begin to leak out of my pussy, he groans. “Holy fuck. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I don’t dare move, loving the way his eyes darken with hunger. He lifts his hand back to my pussy and presses against my clit, and I gasp, feeling as he strokes back up toward my entrance, scooping up his cum before pushing it back inside me.
His fingers plunge deep, and I immediately clench around him, wanting him to fuck me all over again. He draws his fingers back, and when he reaches around and presses them to my lips, I can’t help but open wide. “See how good we taste together,” he murmurs.
I suck his fingers dry and a deep hunger returns in my chest. “Alex,” I whisper.
“Yeah, Mace?”
I hold his dark stare, letting him see the desperation in my eyes. “I’m going to need you to fuck me again,” I tell him. “And this time, I want it to last all night long.”
Alex grins, his hand dropping to his cock, and I suck in a breath, seeing just how ready he is. “I’m right there with you, Mace.” And with that, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me up so that my back is flush against his chest.
He cups my tit, flicking his fingers over my sensitive nipple, and before I even get to tell him just how I want it, he’s already pushing back inside me, more than ready to blow my mind all over again.
It’s a little after one in the morning when Alex curls his arm around my waist and leads me down the street toward our apartment building. I’m starving, and I have to admit, I’ve never been so grateful for the fact that Brooklyn is filled with so many late-night diners.
I didn’t expect Alex to come in today, and considering I’d planned for an early escape from work, I skipped lunch. But what we just did is considered more than just a workout. It was the best kind of insanity, but I’m exhausted now. I can barely keep myself on my feet. Hell, when we were locking up High Voltage Ink, I had to ask Alex to bend down to lock the deadbolt because I simply couldn’t bend to do it.
My legs have never shaken like this.
Having heard my stomach growling for the last hour, we stop by a food truck and I get the best kebab known to man, and as we keep walking, I find myself glancing up at him. “You’re staring, Mace,” he says without even glancing my way.
“I’m sorry. I just . . .” I pause, letting out a heavy breath, unsure if I’m going to ruin everything by bringing this up. The slight pause has Alex stopping dead in his tracks and meeting my stare, his brows furrowed as he waits for me to figure out whatever the hell it is I’m trying to say. “If we’re really going to do this, then there’s something I should probably let you know.”
“What’s wrong?” he questions, stepping closer and dropping his hand to my waist.
“I, ummm . . .” I blow out my cheeks, not knowing how to even start. “You remember the other night when I kinda freaked out and ran to your apartment?”
“Because you thought someone was in yours.”
“Yeah,” I say slowly. “I don’t mean to freak you out or try to scare you away, but that’s kinda been going on for a few weeks now.”
“What? Thinking that you’re hearing someone in your apartment?”
“No, someone has been sneaking in at night,” I tell him, hoping he doesn’t think I’m crazy. “It started small where I would come home from work and the window would be left open or I’d smell men’s cologne in my apartment. But recently it’s started to escalate.”
“What do you mean?”