Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“Perfect. Now, let’s make your throat raw.”
Any patience he’d once had to draw out her response and torment her until she begged was gone. The second he inhaled the scent of her cunt and tasted how wet she was for him, it crushed his fortitude to do anything except wring orgasms out of her before he worked himself deep inside her and hammered out another climax.
Matt opened his mouth over her pussy and used his whole body to kiss the most female part of her, licking her from opening to clit before shoving a pair of fingers inside her and drawing her bud into his mouth. She shrieked, her hips lifting, her back contorting again. Her breathing turned uneven, and she thrust her hand into his hair. “Matt…”
“Guess I need to up my game, since you’re not screaming my name yet.”
Then Matt ignored her pleading and spread her wider with his hands, drinking her in until he swore she intoxicated him like a fine bottle of booze. She gripped the bedding and squealed in pleasure. He laved her thighs, nipped at her knees, and trailed his lips down her shins to finally knead her insteps as he bit playfully at her toes. When she giggled, he worked his way back up and latched onto her swollen clit again.
Suddenly, Madison wasn’t laughing.
Time ceased to have meaning as he got drunk again on her flavor. He licked and slurped and engulfed her until he wrung a second orgasm from her, this one coming from somewhere so deep inside her that an ear-piercing wail ricocheted off the walls and around his head, filling him with savage satisfaction.
“Stop. Stop!” She panted, shoving at his head and trying to close her knees. “I can’t breathe.”
Matt backed away—a little—doing his best to be patient. She was sensitive, and he needed to stop acting like a demanding caveman. He settled for dragging his tongue along the curve of her waist before he dipped it into her belly button. She gasped, her body seeming to melt into the mattress. But as if they had a mind of their own, his lips started wandering down, down…down. Her scent filled the air, and he swore she’d gotten sweeter since he’d last tasted her pussy at Jack’s cabin. That probably wasn’t true; he’d likely just missed her so much that he couldn’t stay away.
A groan tore from his throat as he fitted his hands under her perfect, pert ass and raised her to his mouth. He dove into her again, instantly drowning in her.
“Matt.” The desperation in her voice pinged around his head.
He didn’t bother answering, just shoved his tongue into her opening and drew in every bit of her flavor he could. It wasn’t enough. He still wanted more, especially since her pussy was swelling like a ripe peach and the juices flowing from her only got sweeter. He could tell from the way she whimpered and wriggled that she was damn close to orgasm number three. The thought drove him to compel it from her.
“Matt.” Madison shoved at his head. “Matt. I can’t…”
“Fuck that. You can come for me again.”
“Inside me. I need you inside me. Please…” she whined. “Please. Deep. Now. I’m dying.”
The intensity of her high-pitched entreaty had him lifting his head and scanning up her body. Her cheeks were a shock of red. Her nipples distended, beyond hard. Her glassy eyes had never looked more desperate.
“But you’re close.”
She nodded vigorously. “And I’d rather have every inch of you filling me when I come again. Please.”
As much as he wanted to keep lapping at her and make her feel good until the end of time, he wanted to fuck her more.
“Goddamn it,” he swore as he reached for the condom at her right shoulder, peeled it open, and shoved it down his length with one hand. With the other, he held her swollen cunt open for him and aligned his sheathed crest against her.
Madison wrapped her legs around him and lifted to his savage stroke, tossing her head back when he impaled her to the hilt. Passion softened her face and parted her lips as she held him tighter and spread herself wider. Matt gripped her tightly and set a slow drag of a pace, feeling every inch of her, every gasp, every goose bump, and every clench of her silent plea for more.
“Matt… Matt! Oh, god. Oh…yes. Yes! You’re everything. You’re…”
She was his everything, too, and if she went over, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He’d missed her so damn much. He’d thought about her nearly day and night. Concentrating on work had been fucking hard. Nash had ribbed him. Hunter, Logan, and Joaquin had chided him. Ethan had rolled his punk eyes. None of it mattered, only Madison. And only knowing that he had to be her safety net against Todd had kept him from telling his well-meaning bosses and peers to fuck off so he could track her down and make her his again.