Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
The sight of her bare tits made Madden’s vocal cords sound rubbed with dry sand. “I won’t relax until we’ve been married six months and one day.”
Something flickered in Eve’s eyes. “Tonight, we are. Tonight, we’re the purple Christmas lights couple,” she said, pressing the high globes of her tits to his chest, angled in a way that wouldn’t disturb his injury, her tongue slipping into his mouth in a slow French kiss. It went on and on, neither one of them willing to stop and draw oxygen, drawing only on each other, her wet thighs shifting around his hips, excited, her cunt flexing and rubbing on his hardness. And when a plane flew overhead, she whimpered into his mouth, the kiss kicking into a frantic pace, Eve reaching down to shift aside her underwear, leaving them on but allowing soft to welcome hard. Welcome the slick friction of their nearly joined sexes. “We’ve been married two years. Long enough to make the lights a tradition,” she whispered, breathing erratically against his mouth, jacking off his cock now, the tip already buried in the warmth of her creases. “You know I like to play nurse when you’re injured, and you let me. You secretly love it.”
Every color of the rainbow flashed in front of Madden’s eyes when Eve pushed his tip into her heat and dropped down, her ass smacking off his lap with a closemouthed cry.
Motherfucker.
This woman was perfection.
Being inside her was the epitome of being spoiled.
An indescribable indulgence.
And on top of her body fitting his like a glove, she was in a dirty mood.
“You secretly love having your dick ridden,” she leaned down to whisper, her hips already moving in hot little writhes, her pussy tight enough around him to have his left hand flying out to grip one of the slats of the balcony rail, holding it in a white-knuckled grip and begging himself to last. “It’s almost good enough to get injured on purpose, isn’t it, honey?” she said, rubbing their noses together while she wrecked him.
Wrecked him.
His sides puffed in and out, his cock being treated to a slippery rhythm she composed on their behalf, her stiff nipples dragging through his damp chest hair as her hips rode, her enjoyment so clear, so unfettered, he could only watch her parted lips and glazed eyes in awe, her thighs opening and sliding, almost like she was army-crawling with the lower half of her body, her pussy starting to spasm; and she only moved faster, faster.
“Do you like that?” she said in a halting whisper, sitting up to play with her tits, kneading the supple flesh and teasing her nipples into buds that had him salivating. “Do you like being bare inside your wife?”
“Love,” he managed, bearing down on his lower body to prevent himself from spilling. “You’re going to make me bust.”
That admission made her tremble. “But do you like it?”
“I fucking love it. Don’t stop.” His cock gave an ominous throb, his lower spine pulling hard. Hard. “Oh god, don’t stop.”
“Shhh.” Watching his face closely, Eve pumped her hips faster. “Someone will hear you. They’ll know I’m on top of my husband, making him moan.”
“Exactly where you belong.” Madden lifted his hips and held, grinding. “Right where I should have put you that night we danced at graduation. You were mine even then, Eve. And if you’d crooked your little finger at me, I’d have taken you behind the tent in your white dress and shown you how true that was. How true it’ll always be.”
The glow in her eyes was a crossroads of lust and regret. But he wanted to banish the latter and live in the now, the togetherness of them. To hell with the impropriety of it all, she was his number one priority and the only thought in his head was Eve’s pleasure as he lifted his hips, again, again, and fucked her from below with vicious upward drives, bouncing her until she wailed, loud and long, the sound carrying god only knew how far until Madden jackknifed and stamped their mouths together, the contact of their tongues ending them both, the girl fairly melting in his lap, her hips jerking, her head falling back on her shoulders as she clenched around him viciously, pitching them over the edge together.
“Mine.” He ripped the word hoarsely against her neck.
Seconds later, she slumped into his embrace, whispering, “Unequivocally.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Madden and Eve didn’t go to sleep until three in the morning.
They were having too much fun.
To Madden’s everlasting shock, Eve found crackers that weren’t expired in the cabinet and paired them with marmalade from the fridge. They sat in the center of his bed with Eve in a borrowed T-shirt that said “Protect Your Nuts” and depicted a catcher in position behind the plate—a birthday gift from Elton, obviously. Madden himself was bare-chested in sweatpants with a fresh ice pack wrapped onto his shoulder and he sat, stupefied by his own luck, as the most beautiful woman on the planet knifed the sticky orange substance onto crackers and fed them into his mouth, his bedroom feeling less like a temporary crash zone and more like a haven for the first time.