Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
My pussy throbs with desire, and I begin to rock my hips, grinding myself against his mouth but not getting the friction I need. Suddenly he sucks my clit between his lips, and a flash fire rips through me.
“Maddox, please, more. Right there.” I arch into him.
He grasps onto my hips, holding tight as he eats me like he can’t get enough. I begin to spiral, rocking against his face until my climax hits, and I scream his name, stars flashing in front of my closed eyes as he takes me through the orgasm with continued licks and nibbles until I can’t take it any longer.
“Enough, please.” I lower my legs off his shoulders and open my eyes in time to see him lift his head and wipe his mouth on my thigh.
“I think you’re ready,” he says in a husky voice that arouses me again.
And here I thought I was finished.
He crawls up my body until the head of his cock settles at my entrance. “I’ve got you,” he promises, slowly pushing his way inside me.
He’s right; I’m ready as he easily slips inside me a little bit, then another inch more. “Okay?” he asks.
I manage a nod though I feel stretched to the limit and unsure I can take any more of him. He captures my lips with his and kisses me, devouring my mouth until I can’t think of anything but him. My hips rock against him, and without warning, he arches his hips and thrusts in deep, causing me to cry out in pain.
He lifts his head. “Shh. It’ll get better. I promise.”
Despite the tear that falls from my eye, I nod, trusting him.
Dipping his head, he licks my nipple, pulling it into his mouth and teasing with his teeth. Desire rushes through me, and he begins to move, rocking his hips against me before he slides out slowly, then pushes back in. He moves back up and kisses me again, picking up rhythm as he begins to pump into me.
“You’re tight and feel so good.”
His words sweep over me, and suddenly, I’m wet and taking all of him, arousal and pleasure combining into a heady mix.
“Okay?” he asks, looking deep into my eyes.
God, he’s gorgeous and sexy, and so concerned about me it brings more tears to my eyes as I nod.
“Better than okay. Amazing.”
His lips lift, and satisfaction gleams in his eyes. He pulls his hips back and thrusts in, repeating the action, his gaze never leaving mine. I have the sense he’s making sure he doesn’t hurt me.
He can’t. Not anymore.
“Harder, Maddox. And don’t stop.”
He complies, pounding into me, and my body responds, waves of pleasure rocking through me, rising with each successive thrust.
“I’m not going to last,” he says, shifting positions and suddenly hitting a spot inside me that feels incredible.
“There. Again.” He repeats the motion and a rush of arousal sweeps me up and over the edge. “Maddox, oh God, I’m coming.” Nothing has ever felt as good.
He loses that control he’s been holding onto, and his thrusts become harder, rougher, less coordinated. “Fuck, princess, yes.” He follows me over with a long groan that I feel down to my soul.
CHAPTER FIVE
Maddox
I wake up, a warm, soft body lying in the crook of my arm and cuddling against my body. It takes a few seconds for me to remember what’s going on, and once I do, I let out a long breath and talk to myself. I knew what I was getting into with Gabby. She was honest before we had sex, and everything in me wanted to be her first. It wasn’t sex with a virgin that was throwing me off balance nor is it her age.
No, it’s the intensity of our connection that has my head spinning. For a man who decided I was finished with relationships, I want more with Gabby. And no one else. Closing my eyes, I turn my head and breathe in the strawberry scent clinging to her hair, and my dick perks up. It is way more than morning wood where even my hand would do. I want to feel her tight walls around me again. I want to come, knowing we’re in sync.
Since I know she’ll be sore, I carefully move my shoulder, letting her head come to rest on a pillow. I turn and look at her peaceful expression. She’s so damned pretty, her makeup-free face and creamy complexion another thing I find appealing about her. The women I used to sleep with woke up before me to fix themselves before I got a glimpse of the real person beneath the heavy coverage. Until Gabby, I never realized how much I prefer the natural look, or how hard it could make me.
Her eyelids open, her long lashes fluttering as awareness hits her, and she looks at me with trepidation in her gaze. She’s silent, assessing me. I have no doubt she wonders where my head is after last night.