Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I moan his name and feel his hot breaths through my sweatshirt and Henley as he presses his face into my back, his hip infuriatingly still with himself wedged inside of me. My body stretches to accommodate him, the minor sting of unease the best thing I've felt since the last time he was inside of me.
"You make me fucking crazy," he growls with his face still buried in my clothes. "Ah, fuck."
I moan in tandem when he pulls his hips back, the length of him sliding and teasing every one of my internal nerves before he presses forward again.
"Mac," I groan.
"Brace yourself," he manages before he pulls back and slams forward again, but if it weren't for the grip he has on my hips, I think I would've put my head through the damn wall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
I nod my head in agreement because it feels so damn good, but I don't think he can delineate between my purposeful motions and the way his unrelenting pounding is making me jolt around.
Electricity runs through my body, the tease of an orgasm threatening to make me scream as it starts low in my gut. Warmth covers me as my body begins to convulse, my core gripping him in pulses as I come. Before the orgasm can even begin to fade away, I'm cursing his existence. It's ridiculous how easily he makes me orgasm when this isn't even supposed to be possible simply by penetration.
Fuck him and his magical dick for getting me addicted when I know he's going to leave me high and dry sooner rather than later. I'm still trying to decide whether I should blame him for giving me the best sex of my life and ruining me for all other men or thanking him for the very same when he shoves all the way inside of me before orgasming himself. The repeated jolts of his thrusts deep inside of me set off a smaller but deliriously good orgasm.
His warm breaths seep through my clothes, coating my sweat-covered skin as my legs really do threaten to give out on me this time.
"Mac," I whisper. "I'm going to fall."
"Not gonna happen," he says as he lifts his face from my back and wraps his arms around my middle, urging me to stand up straight.
We both groan at the feel of him sliding out of me, and I feel like a fool for the reaction until he chuckles, his lips brushing my neck.
"I feel like I attacked you," he says, his tone lighter and more joyful than I can ever recall it being before.
I chuckle as I angle my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck, which he doesn't resist as he simultaneously pulls my leggings back up.
"Come with me," he whispers as he takes a step back and tucks himself away. His hand runs down the length of my arm before he intertwines our fingers.
My legs are wobbly and my knees weak as I allow him to pull me from the kitchen. The stairs seem like more than I'll be able to manage, but somehow, I don't trip on the way up.
He takes the same path he did that first night that I was here after I left the bar with him, putting us right back into his bedroom.
"No," I tell him, digging my feet in when he tries to pull me toward the bathroom.
"What?" he asks as he turns back to face me. "What's wrong?"
"You said there was no power. I'm an adventurous girl, but I draw the line at showering in a freezing room with freezing water."
His laughter is light, and despite feeling annoyed that he'd want me to freeze in a shower, I find myself smiling back at him.
"The upstairs is running on a generator," he explains. "The water is warm, hot even if that's what you want."
I lick at my lips, remembering just how decadent his bathroom is. The next time he gives my hand a little tug, I follow him into the bathroom, watching as he pulls his t-shirt over his head before leaning in and turning on the shower.
My cheeks flame when he unzips his jeans, reaching inside and pulling the used condom from his dick before nonchalantly tossing it in the bathroom trash.
I turn my eyes away from him, knowing he can see the redness in my cheeks, but he doesn't let it just slide by like someone with manners would.
"I just fucked you bent over the counter in the kitchen, and you get all shy about the condom we used?"
Instead of answering, I simply pull my sweatshirt and Henley over my head in one movement before kicking off my boots, hooking my thumbs into my leggings, and sliding them down my legs.
The man has seen me naked several times now, but that still doesn't keep my hands from trembling. I'm trying to act like it's no big deal to strip with him watching me.