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)
“No. Not at all.”
“Good girl being honest with me,” he muttered, the abandoned kiss she offered him and the dampness that resulted encouraging him to add a second finger, twisting those digits gently, wet fucking her at a warm-up pace, his body surging forward to pin her more securely when her back arched off the wall on a ragged moan. “Be a little more honest now,” he rasped into her neck, locking his fingers in deep and squeezing her sex in his grip, kissing her sobbing mouth once, twice. “What’s going to make this come?”
“Madden. Please.”
“You want to be craved, even if I’m the only man satisfying his craving.”
“Yes,” she whispered, his intuitiveness apparently making her hot, because she pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants, her hands stroking over the swell of his backside, her nails digging in and pulling him close, so close.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Always. Yes.”
Madden pulled Eve off the wall and walked her backward toward the bedroom, his fingers never stopping their exploration between her thighs. Not until they reached the edge of the bed and he dragged his fingers out of her tight heat. With her standing in front of him sucking in gulps of breath, he picked up his phone and opened the camera app, not hitting record, but engaging the flash and shining it at her legs. Giving her the illusion of recording was easy, knowing he’d rather die than allow her image anywhere on the internet. Making her believe he might, though? He could do that. He could do anything if it gave her pleasure. “Lift up the shirt and show me something sweet, love.”
Eve’s lips were parted and swollen, her eyelids heavier than sandbags, turning her even sultrier, his girl so gloriously turned on by the flash on her naked thighs, she was nearly shaking. “Okay,” she whispered, lifting the hem just enough to show the wet split of her pussy, before it was gone, her hands fisting in the material and pressing to her juncture, her chest beginning to heave faster, faster.
“Goddamn, that was so pretty. Next time, we’ll give them a close-up.” She inhaled and whimpered at the same time, those fists pushing in closer, as if she couldn’t help but supply herself with much needed friction. “Turn around now and let me film. That’s why you left your panties off, isn’t it, Eve? To tease everyone?”
She almost couldn’t manage to face the bed, her legs had become so visibly weak, but she managed, bending forward and supporting herself on both hands, her sides heaving while Madden tossed the hem of her shirt up to the middle of her back and shined the light on those full cheeks, smoothing his hand over them, massaging, running his thumb up that tempting split in the center.
“Fuck,” he ground out. “Can’t believe this is finally mine.”
She was chewing her lip when she looked back over her shoulder at him, shivers racking her frame. “Let me feel it. Let me feel how much I’m yours.”
Now it was Madden’s turn to be unsteady, no choice but to toss the phone down on the bed beside Eve so he could take possessive hold of her hips, tilting them into position while at the same time, he nudged apart her ankles, his right hand dropping to his cock to stroke it against the soft flesh of her backside, his breath catching in his throat when he saw she’d picked up the phone and flipped the camera, holding it up so he could watch himself enter her from behind, his features tightening with heat, Eve’s jaw falling open, her eyes locked in on him even as she moaned, her hips circling to take him deeper.
She dropped the phone after his first drive, their skin smacking loudly in the dim bedroom, the southern region of his stomach already protesting too much of her perfect pressure at once. Madden pushed deep and stayed still a moment, taking deep breaths to control himself, his mouth pressed against the side of her face. “Christ, there is nothing like the feeling of you around me.” He pulled out, then thrust deeper, groaning. And without thinking, he gave her the fantasy she’d kept to herself so long that he wouldn’t allow her to cloak it in darkness anymore. Not with him around. “Who wouldn’t want to get this tight little thing on film? We’d make millions off it.”
Eve jerked underneath him, cried out his name, and climaxed, her orgasm a swift and vicious twist of her inner walls, the hoarse echo of his name turning him on until he got lost, forgetting anything resembling rhythm and bucking into her from the back, her spasms and the angle of her hips urging him on until he broke, stiffening over the pliant curve of her body and dying a blinding death, his body singed by the excruciating pleasure.