Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Coming down from my orgasm, I caught his eyes drilling into mine and I felt the rumble in his belly before it grunted out his throat.
His head snapped back, the cords in his neck straining, he slammed his hips into mine, then ground them there, and his grunt became a groan that I would swear shook the lamps on my nightstands.
God, he was spectacular when he came.
Breathtaking.
He did not collapse on me when he came down.
Oh no.
Not Mo.
I knew his climax was big, I saw it, felt it, heard it.
But even if he couldn’t possibly be over it, he rolled so he was on his back, I was on him, and we were still connected.
I rested my cheek on his pec.
He clamped one hand on the side of my neck, one hand on the cheek of my ass.
It was quite a trip, riding the powerful rises and falls of his chest as his breath evened out.
It felt like riding a mountain.
I loved every second.
Eventually, his thumb came out to stroke my jaw.
“We’ll go slower next time,” he murmured.
“Okay,” I murmured back, stroking the smooth valley between pectorals with the backs of my fingers.
“Hawk gave me two days off.”
“I’m calling in sick.”
At first, I didn’t know what was happening. I also didn’t know what I was hearing.
It took a second to realize the quaking of his big body and the deep noises that were tumbling low around the room were indications Mo was chuckling.
It seemed like a very long time since I heard him laugh and I’d never heard his humor come like that.
But hearing it, I wanted to see it.
So I lifted my head and looked down at him.
Face relaxed, sated, eyes soft and warm and aimed down his nose at me.
“You haven’t kissed me,” I whispered.
“I’ve totally kissed you,” he whispered back. “Just not your mouth.”
Oh yeah.
Right.
I smiled at him. “Our first kiss a pussy kiss. I like it.”
His mouth quirked, his eyes dropped to my lips then his arms went around me, and I was on my back with Mo covering me, his lips on mine, his tongue gliding inside.
I made a mew, rounded him with my arms, my legs, and sucked his tongue deeper.
He tasted precisely like I thought Mo would taste and he kissed like I thought Mo would kiss.
Overwhelmingly amazing.
Yeah.
I’d been right.
Every day, little by little, or bit by bit, I’d be falling deeper in love with this man.
He ended it by running the tip of his tongue along my lower lip then asking, “How’s that?”
It was the best first kiss I ever had.
Except the pussy one.
“I liked that too.”
He smiled at me and stroked my cheekbone with the flat of the nail on his forefinger.
And there was a little bit more.
I had both arms forward, hands pressing into the headboard, noises forced out of my mouth through my ongoing orgasm with each thrust I took.
Mo was on his knees behind me.
His thighs were so long, he had to fuck me with his legs wide, holding me up and spreading me open so I could take him.
This meant I was suspended from mostly nothing but his driving dick as he fucked me from behind.
I was coming down, how I didn’t know, because each stroke I took blasted against my clit.
But Mo felt it, didn’t like it, and I knew that when he reached around and pinched that sensitive bundle of nerves.
I cried out, whimpered, and came hard again.
“Fuck yeah, Lottie,” he growled, those strong hips of his pistoning into me.
Suddenly, he did a dip and roll, and my eyes went back in my head as my body went into spasm.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he grunted, put me down, coming down with me, covering me, and fucking me to his finish with my belly to the bed.
Man, I loved listening to him come.
Though I preferred watching it.
But considering there was a good possibility he’d fucked a Lottie-sized dent in the bed, I’d take this one as it came.
After he was done, he commenced a slow roll, stroking gently inside as I felt his lips move from the tip of my shoulder, up, then he buried his face in my neck.
“Sweet pussy,” he murmured there, sliding his cock in and staying in. “Sweet little body. Sweet hair. Sweet sex noises. Sweet smell. Seriously sweet fuck. My sweet Lottie.”
“Don’t say things like that when I can’t kiss you,” I mumbled into the pillow.
I felt his smile then I felt his tongue exploring the area behind my ear.
“Don’t do things like that when I need to pass out after coming fifteen times,” I ordered, but did it still mumbling into the pillow.
He nipped the back of my ear, the big lug, and through the tremble that caused, asked in it, “Fifteen?”
“I don’t know. You’ve got a mammoth cock. And you’re a powerhouse. And you fuck like a tank. I lose track of time when you’re fucking me. And place. I don’t know if we’re still in my bedroom. I’m not even sure what year it is.”