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)
“Yessss,” I gasp.
He smiles devilishly as he swivels his hips.
Grinding hard. Then grinding even harder.
My cock throbs, and I fucking ache from the way he’s touching me. From how he’s controlling me. I can’t move, and he’s rubbing his dick against mine. My brain is already melting and we’re still fully clothed. He pushes against me once more, his eyes darkening with wicked intent, then he dips his face closer to mine.
“Gonna fuck my man tonight,” he rasps near my mouth.
I shudder from his possessive words. I feel like his man. “Want you to.”
“Gonna make it so fucking good for you, Mad,” he says in a filthy, needy promise. “Tell me you know that.”
“I’ve always known that,” I say roughly. I part my lips, begging for him to please just kiss me.
But he doesn’t—nor does he relent the grind. He rubs against me while he lets go of my hand to grab my jaw instead. I leave my palm braced against the wall, so he knows I’m his to handle. He runs his thumb along my face, then over my bottom lip, tracing my mouth slowly, painstakingly slowly. “I’m gonna start just like this,” he says.
Zane pushes his thumb in my mouth, and I open for him.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs, then he shoves his thumb in deeper, and I suck.
The sound he makes is feral.
I suck him deeper still, and he breaks.
In a flurry, he grabs my hand again, pinning me hard, then slams his mouth to mine. Finally. We kiss again and it’s deep and wild. A little brutal too. My mind goes hazy from longing.
And then, everything happens all at once.
Zane yanks me away from the wall, walking us backward to the bed, his hands gripping my face hard. When we reach the bed, he stops, lets go of me. We make quick work of phones and wallets, getting them out of the way for the night. Kicking off shoes and socks. Then he returns to me. He looks like a savage man, his eyes already sex drunk as he tips his chin carelessly toward my hard-on.
“Take out your cock,” he says.
I burn with lust as I undo my pants, push them down, then my black boxer briefs, freeing my dick.
His lips part in a filthy O. “Yes. I fucking missed that beautiful dick.”
His pupils dilate as he stares savagely at my cock. Hard, proud, leaking at the tip for him.
“Looks like my dick missed you too,” I say, taunting him.
“Been wanting your cock again since the morning at the gym.” Zane steps closer, grabs the knot of my tie roughly, like I told him to when we outlined our night. “But I’m not gonna touch you yet. You need to suck my dick first. Got that?”
I nod quickly, a thrill rushing down my spine. “Yes.”
“You want my dick down your throat?” he asks roughly, even though he knows the answer. But saying it in the heat of the moment is an electric thrill.
“Dying for it,” I say.
“Good. Here’s how it’s gonna be.” Then, Zane unbuttons my shirt methodically, button by button, like he needs this precision to center himself. As he works my shirt open, he exhales hard through gritted teeth. His restraint is my elixir. The intensity of his lust is a drug. When he’s reached the last button, his nostrils flare. With a growl, he drags his fingers up and down my abs and I’m shaking everywhere. He stops at the tie draped against my bare chest. “Leave this on,” he says, tugging it again.
I nod as he moves behind me, pulling off my sleeves.
He jerks my wrists together, then ties my bunched-up shirt around them. “Tighter,” I whisper, upping the ante from our speakeasy roadmap. I’m taking the high-octane street now.
He bends closer, sliding his nose along my neck. “Yeah? You like it like that? So you can’t move?”
Breathlessly, I nod against his mouth. “I do.”
He yanks on the fabric, tightening the knot. The material digs into my flesh. “Nice shirt, but I’ll get you a new one tomorrow,” he says.
Tomorrow.
That word makes my heart squeeze.
No idea what happens tomorrow, so I force my mind to stay right here, right now. Tonight is all there is.
He prowls around me, his eyes traveling up and down my exposed body, cataloguing my chest and stomach, and my aching, needy cock.
He shakes his head, maybe amazed. “Fuck, Maddox. You’re so damn sexy, you’re making me lose my mind.”
“Don’t lose it before you fuck my mouth,” I say.
He draws a sharp breath, growling low in his throat. “Gonna shut up that smart mouth with my dick.”
“Good. Do it,” I taunt.
He makes quick work of his jeans, unbuttoning and pushing the briefs down. His cock springs free, throbbing, pointing at me.
My mouth waters.
Then, he’s still for a moment, like he’s getting his bearings. When he steps toward me, it’s predatory. Zane curls one big hand around my bare shoulder, squeezing hard. Leaving marks.