Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
And then Alissa is pulling at the waistband of my boxer briefs. She slips a hand under, squeezes my ass for a second. Then she navigates back to the front and grabs my rock-hard cock.
“Fuck, Alissa,” I whisper.
She jerks me off a bit with one hand while working my underwear off me with the other. Pretty soon I’m completely naked.
She sits on the edge of the bed, still jerking me. Another few strokes and she replaces her hand with her soft mouth.
My first instinct is to face-fuck her, but again, that’s not the vibe for tonight.
So I stand there, allow myself to feel every soft lick, every gentle brush of her lips as she continues to suck me.
It feels fucking glorious.
I run my hands through her beautiful blond hair as she sucks, sucks, sucks…
Pretty soon, I’m ready. So ready.
“On the bed,” I tell her.
She lies down on her back.
I slide on top of her, take in her beauty.
Laurie is a great beauty. And it’s true, her boobs are a little bigger than Alissa’s.
But Alissa is perfect exactly as she is. I wouldn’t add or take away a single thing. Not a single freckle on her porcelain shoulders, not a single sparkle in her eyes. Nothing.
I kiss her again while I work the back of her bra.
I free her breasts and let them fall over her chest. I take her right nipple into my mouth, trailing my tongue over the areola before sucking on the hard bud.
Her breath hitches.
I trail my left hand down to her panties, reach under them, and glide a finger inside her.
She squeals, but I cover her mouth with my right hand.
“We’re in my ex’s house, remember?”
She nods, her gaze fiery.
I finger her while I suck at her perfect nipples, and soon she’s squirming and building up to a climax.
I let go of her nipples and take my mouth down south. I whip her panties down her legs and lick her pussy. First I tease the outside, and then I dive in face first.
She’s covering her own mouth now, but I can tell after a few minutes that I’m making her come.
Good.
“Maddox, please,” she whispers. “Get inside me. I want to feel you.”
I spread her legs, give my dick a few jerks, and then I’m inside her.
Again, I’m not pumping ferociously this time, but gliding in and out of her with gentle precision.
Somehow, it’s even hotter than the fucking we’ve experienced before, when we threw all caution to the wind.
This is making love.
And it’s so much fucking better.
I grit my teeth. “I’m getting close, baby.”
“Me too, my love. Me too…”
I close my eyes. Three more thrusts and I’m spilling into her. She’s arching her back and biting into a pillow.
I stay embedded in her for a minute, feeling her muscles spasm around me as she unwinds from the orgasm, before I pull out and lie next to her.
She brings me in for one more kiss.
“I love you, Maddox. No matter what happens, I want you to know that.”
“I love you too, Alissa. And I told you, nothing will happen to you as long as I’m around.”
And it won’t.
I’ll die for this woman if I have to.
I just wish I could do it more than once.
30
ALISSA
I awake to the pitter-patter of raindrops. I instinctively wrap my arms around my chest against the chill of the weather.
And I realize I’m naked.
I blink a few times.
My heart starts thrumming.
Where am I?
This isn’t my bed. This isn’t my apartment.
It’s…
The memories of last night come crashing down on me.
We went to Aces. Played Blackjack. Got Rouge’s attention.
The King and Queen of Diamonds.
And then… the alleyway. Bill. The real King of Diamonds.
We came to Maddox’s ex’s house.
We… Maddox…
Maddox.
We made love.
The most exquisite night of sex I’ve ever experienced.
It wasn’t hard. It wasn’t fast.
It was comfort. Like a bowl of chicken soup.
Maddox makes me feel safe. Protected. Loved.
My heartbeat slows down, and I get to my feet.
He isn’t in here. He must be up and about. Maybe making a pot of coffee.
I can’t very well go down the stairs completely nude. His ex—Laurie, her name is—probably wouldn’t be too thrilled about that.
All I have are the clothes I came here in. I’d almost rather go down naked than in my pink evening gown.
But then—aha! A robe hanging on the back of the door to the guest room.
It wasn’t there last night. Maddox must have fetched it for me.
I put it on. It’s soft and fluffy. Like hugging a cloud to me.
Speaking of—I look out the window. It’s completely overcast and raining. Not a glint of sunlight in sight.
Typical Chicago.
We had a few days of sunshine last week, but those were a fluke. Most of the Februarys I’ve spent here have been this kind of weather. I’m used to it, being from the UK.
At least it’s not snow.