Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“If you’re going to suck your man, Kitten, you’re going to take it all right now,” I groan. My hands go to cup her face, my fingers brushing the side of her face and then I position my cock at her lips. She opens and my dick disappears into that hot, wet, cavern. Inch by inch I disappear in that sweet mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She swallows around my cock, and the sensation proves too much. I’m not a gentle man, and I’m way too far gone now to try and be that man right now. My hand wraps in her hair, and I take over completely, fucking her face. There’s no other way to put it. She’s helpless to do anything but suck me down. My balls tighten, and her nails bite into the sides of my thighs. I feel that long forgotten zip of heat run down my spine and then it’s over. I’m coming so hard I can do nothing but call out her name as she drinks me down.
It could have been hours, I have no idea. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sated in my life. I’m sure it’s only minutes though, when her voice whispers into my ear.
“If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.”
“I think that’s my line,” I tell her; kissing the top of her head and squeezing her. I can’t ever remember feeling so satisfied in my life. Hell, I’m on the run from the law, but still have a peace inside of me.
“Max,” she whispers my name against my chest and it sounds like a song—one with a sweet melody. It makes my chest go tight. She buries her head into my chest and places a kiss above my heart, and I could swear the damn thing stops. “What are we doing today?” she prompts, as she pulls away and tries to tame her hair.
“We need to go topside and start heading towards town,” I tell her with regret. She turns to me, and our eyes lock and the sadness in hers lets me know she understands exactly, what that means. “Tess…”
“It’s okay, Max. I get it,” she answers, pasting a fake smile on her face before coming over and letting her lips claim mine. It’s a sweet kiss, full of flavor—her flavor, which is fast becoming the only one I would ever need.
We enjoy a long leisurely kiss, my fingers absently combing through the ends of her hair. It’s not a kiss to stir excitement, instead it feels more like a vow between us, one that seals our fates and makes sure we stay connected. Jesus, I’m starting to sound like a Hallmark card.
“We should get moving. Find more of that breakfast crap,” she says against my lips, her eyes still closed.
“Breakfast crap?” I ask through a smile.
“I’d die for a cinnamon roll right now, or heck, even a candy bar.”
“How about oatmeal instead? I might be able to find some chocolate chips to put in it?” I offer.
“Anything chocolate would be greatly appreciated, kind sir,” she quips as I stand up and give her one last hug. I hate it, but she’s right; we need to get moving.
The rest of the morning is filled with breakfast and searching through the bunker’s supplies for items we can take with us. The way I have it figured; we will have to travel one more night to get farther away from Ormond. Then, I can take Tess back into civilization. Taking her into Ormond would be suicide, and suddenly I’m finding I might have a reason to live, at least a little longer. Until I’m forced to give her up.
We’ve been walking for a couple of hours. Max found me a pair of his Uncle’s old hunting boots and some thick wool socks. They’re big, but they sure don’t hurt my feet like my shoes did. I’m still wearing his flannel shirt along with my dress pants. I know I look insane, but after the morning I’ve had, I feel beautiful. After months of dreaming about Max, having a taste of the reality exceeded my wildest dreams. For the hundredth time this morning alone, I wish that mine and Max’s circumstances were different. I don’t even know how to explain that deep down inside I feel like the two of us were made for each other. I have since hearing his name. It doesn’t make any sense but as time goes by, I just don’t care. That’s how it is, and I don’t want to waste what precious minutes I have left. I’d rather experience him.
“You’re not very talkative today, Max.”
“I’m not the talkative one in this duo, Kitten.”
“Well I need conversation if you expect me to walk anymore, ‘cause I’m getting really tired of walking. When I get back to civilization, I may never walk again.”