Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Christ, I was a whore for her. I hadn’t come untouched since I was a preteen boy who just found out what pussy was. But there I was, about to come completely fucking undone just from her looking down at me like she owned me. And goddammit, she did. She really fucking did.
I belonged to her.
“You like tasting me, Blayke?”
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, my eyes never leaving hers.
She swiped two fingers over her pussy, then pressed them between my lips. I sucked obediently, my eyes damn near rolling back in my head at the taste of her. Fuck, she was exquisite, and the moment she let me bury my face between those slim thighs of hers, I was going to eat her out like I was a man who needed to worship and she was my altar.
“Like that?” When I hummed and nodded, she removed her fingers, then swiped my spit over my cheek. Then, she tugged my head forward so I was nosing along her pelvic bone, where the scent of her was stronger. My cock throbbed, threatening to fucking erupt. “Go ahead then, Blayke. Show mama what you’re capable of.”
Fuuuuck.
Moaning, I dove in, burying my face between her thighs. She choked on her next breath, then made a keening sound. Every part of my body locked, and I desperately tried not to come from the sound alone. But then, she started riding my face, and her nails dug into my scalp, sending this pleasure-pain feeling bursting through me that damn near had me detonating.
When she said, “You’re no better than a dog when he smells a bitch in heat,” I was done for. I gripped my cock, stroked it twice, and then, I was coming, spraying the shower floor. I shuddered, fucking into my fist as I licked at her clit and drank her down, desperate to make her come, too.
But she didn’t let me.
She yanked my head back, then looked down at me, tsking and shaking her head disapprovingly. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” she asked. She dropped down to her knees, straddling my thighs. I was rapidly hardening again, rebounding so fucking fast, I couldn’t think. Having Noah on top of me, controlling me, demeaning me, had my body raring to go again.
She leaned in, licking into my mouth and kissing me soft and slow. “I’m not coming unless your cock is splitting me open, Blayke.”
“Christ,” I hissed. And then, she was batting my hand off my cock, gripping it in her own small hand, and sinking down on me. My eyes rolled back in my skull as her wet heat enveloped me, sheathing me inside her warm channel.
No other words were needed. She kissed me again, her arms winding around my shoulders. My hands settled on her ass, guiding her hips to help take the strain off her thigh muscles as she bounced on my cock. Our bodies slapped together time and time again, and her kisses drugged me to the point I could hardly remember to breathe.
All I could focus on was her.
“You’re mine,” I panted against her lips. I dug my fingertips into her ass. “I need the words, mama. Tell me you’re mine, too.”
She nodded, scraping her nails along the back of my neck. My cock thickened, my balls drawing up tight. “I’m yours, too, baby,” she promised. And then, she was coming, her pussy tightening around me, and I shattered. Dragging her hips down, I held her in place, grinding up into her.
When I buried my face in the curve of her neck, panting, she hummed and stroked her fingers through my hair, her other arm winding around my shoulders once more.
“No one gets to attempt to take you from me and live to tell the tale,” she murmured after a minute, once our heart rates had calmed and we were breathing somewhat normally again. “I’ll slaughter anyone who tries to, Blayke.”
I groaned and kissed the soft skin of her neck. “You’re going to make me hard again, mama.”
She snickered. “Let’s at least make it to bed this time.” She shifted, wincing. “My knees are going to be fucked.”
My laugh was muffled by her throat.
22
Noah
Pushing open the back door, I stepped onto the patio, finding Blayke and Halo. They were busy smoking, passing a blunt back and forth. The night before, after I’d caved in the skull of the asshole who’d ordered a hit on my man, Blayke had insisted on a day to relax while Geek continued digging on the leads he had. I’d woken up alone that morning, so after showering, I’d come on the hunt to find Blayke.
“Did you bother eating breakfast first?” I mused.
Blayke tilted his head back to look at me, and a slow smile curved his lips, making my heart trip in my chest. It was a boyish smile, one a man got when he was truly happy and living his best life. He blew smoke out the corner of his mouth—away from me—before passing the blunt back over to Halo, who immediately took a hit.