Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Get on your knees.”
I drop down. Look up. Wait.
Zane grips the base of his cock, smacks the head against my lips. “Now, take that dick.”
I open wide.
20
TECHNICALLY NAKED
Zane
Maddox draws my dick halfway past his lips, swirling his naughty tongue along my hot flesh as he goes.
I could spend all night here—in the filthy paradise of his warm, wet mouth.
I shove my shaft deeper. “That’s right. Take it all,” I urge.
My lover stares up at me with those beautiful eyes, like he’s saying is that how you want it, boss?
“Suck that dick good,” I tell him.
Stretching his neck more, he relaxes his throat, letting me push farther.
“That’s right,” I say, holding his head in place. “All the way.”
He hauls my dick to the back of his throat in one greedy move.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, my eyes squeezing shut as wild sensations whip through me. The pleasure, the insane fucking pleasure of his mouth.
It’s almost too much.
But no way am I keeping my eyes closed. I open them, gazing down at the man on his knees, bound for me, taking me.
He’s incredible, sucking me to the root, working my dick with that tongue and those lips and his utter determination to please me. Maddox has always wanted to make me happy—in business, life, and the bedroom. The way he lavishes attention on my shaft is one more facet of the man. And I am so damn lucky to be the one he wants.
Wrapping both hands through his dark wavy hair, I grip his head firmly. “Need to fuck your face, Mad,” I grunt.
I can feel him groan a yes around my shaft. But I need his permission too. “Tell me you want it hard.”
Maddox nods against me quickly, hungry to give a rough blow job too. I go to town and he sucks deep, making fevered, slurping sounds.
His noises rev my engine, sending shock waves of lust up my thighs. “You like that?”
He nods.
“You want me to shoot in your throat, don’t you?”
His eyes roll back in his head, and I stare down at his lap. His dick is twitching with every thrust.
“You want me to blow my load on your face sometime?”
He moans salaciously against my cock, and I have to end this now. I pull my cock out instantly. “Too good,” I mutter.
His grin is satisfied, just short of smug, and it fucking should be.
“Pretty good here too,” he rasps out. Then his gaze drifts to his cock. A tempting bead of liquid slides down his shaft.
“Mmm. Your dick needs some attention.” I move behind him, kneeling on the floor too, then rope my arms around his waist, gripping his cock in one hand. He’s smooth as silk, hard as stone. And slick as a man on the edge.
“Ah, yes,” he grunts, leaning his head back against my shoulder.
But I only stroke him lightly. “Just a little relief,” I tell him, nibbling on his earlobe. “Not gonna let you come till my cock is buried deep in your sweet ass.”
“Fucking tease,” he grunts, then turns his face to me, his lips hunting for mine.
As I fondle his dick, I kiss him fiercely. I hope he can feel what he’s doing to me. He’s making me want all the nights with him. All the days with him.
After a long, tantalizing minute, I let go of his lips and cock.
Then I undo his restraints, freeing him. His hands fall at his sides. From here, behind him, I lift each hand, raising them gently, kissing his wrists tenderly. “Mmm. Look at these marks,” I murmur.
“Love them,” he whispers.
Then, I move quickly. With an offered hand, I haul him up. Roam my gaze down his body. His state of undress is a delicious mess. His boxers sit below his dick; his pants hang on his hips.
“I’m not naked,” he says, leading the witness, giving a sliver of a grin. Ah, yes. This is the side of Maddox that craves attention. He told me as much at the bar as we laid out our wishes. He likes to tease out what he wants, so I can make those demands of him.
Our give and play makes me so damn hot.
“Gonna undress you now,” I say, then I push his pants to the floor, along with his boxer briefs. He steps out of them, leaving on only the tie.
He’s like a Greek god. I line up my hands along his stomach, then slide them down his carved frame, committing him to memory. Every inch of his golden skin is on display.
He sighs as I worship him with my palms. Then moans as I bite his shoulder. I could spend all night like this, but I need to get him under me in bed, so I shed the rest of my clothes in a flurry. “On the mattress. Get on your back.”