Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Every time he slams into me, pleasure zaps down my spine. Heat pools in my groin, and my balls draw up tight.
“Maddy,” Damon warns. He’s close.
We’re on the edge together, both trying not to let go. I explode first, my orgasm taking me by surprise. I shoot everywhere—the bed, Damon’s hand, and my stomach.
“Oh, thank God,” Damon says and shudders above me.
When he’s done convulsing, he collapses onto my back. Unable to hold both our weights, thanks to my muscles wobbling like Jell-O, I fall in a heap onto the mattress.
Damon rolls off me onto his back, breathing heavy, and I wince when his cock leaves me. Yup, gonna be sore tomorrow, but right now I couldn’t care less.
“I don’t think I’ve come harder in my life,” I mutter.
“I know I haven’t. Or maybe it’s been too long. I don’t remember what sex feels like.” Damon’s chest glistens with sweat as it rises and falls in fast breaths.
“I … uh, should clean up, but I can’t move.”
“Five more minutes,” Damon mumbles. He doesn’t even get up to ditch the condom. Just ties it off and dumps it next to the bed.
“Okay.”
Only …
“Babe,” Damon whispers.
“Gothefuckaway,” I slur.
“We fell asleep.”
“Then why are you waking me?” I grumble.
“Shower, then work. It’s morning.”
“You fucked me into a coma.”
“Uhh, yeah, good luck getting all that cum off you now it’ll be dry and gross.”
“Damn it.”
The ache in my ass makes me flinch when I climb out of bed.
“Are you okay?” Damon asks.
“Never better,” I say, downplaying it. I make my way to the bathroom to get the hot water running while I take a piss. My body aches everywhere, but it’s not all unpleasant. When Damon joins me in the shower, he steps up behind me, and his hands massage over my shoulders and down my back. I moan and throw my head back on his shoulder while he continues to massage my tired muscles.
“If I get a massage every time you dick me out, it should become a nightly occurrence.”
His lips land on my neck. “I’m okay with that arrangement. Your ass probably won’t be, though.”
“Right. Umm … will it always take that long to uh …”
“Adjust? Nah. Now you know what you’re expecting, it’ll be easier to relax and let it happen. Are you sore?”
“A little.”
“Will a blowjob help?”
“Help my ass?” I ask with a laugh. “Probably not. But there’s no way I’m saying no.”
Damon spins me so I’m pinned against the wall of the shower, and he sinks to his knees. Just like the first night I hooked up with Damon, I wait to become uncomfortable or for that feeling of wanting to escape. It’s like I’m expecting it to hit me each time I try something new with him. But as I stare down at him, with his gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock and his big green eyes watching me in amusement as I can’t control my moans, all I can think is I could definitely get used to this.
***
I take a sip of my wine and stare at the woman who gave birth to me. I’m happy I’ve gotten to know her these past couple of weeks, but I still don’t see her as anything other than my crazy aunt. And I still have so many questions.
“Do you know anything about my birth father at all?”
Cheri plays with the cloth napkin in her lap. “He said his name was Jimmy.”
“Of course. Couldn’t have been something random that might not be hard to track down like …”
“Rumpelstiltskin?”
I laugh. “Right.”
“Would you really want to find him if we could track him down? I tried when I found out I was pregnant, but I had nothing to go on.”
I shrug. “I dunno. Probably not. Wouldn’t mind knowing if there were any genetic problems I’d have to be aware about. What if Jimmy’s an alcoholic with diabetes who has a heart condition? Shouldn’t I know these things?”
Cheri sighs. “As someone with a permanent illness, I don’t think you should worry about that stuff. When it happens, you deal with it. Don’t spend your life being scared of something that may or may not happen.”
“That’s good advice.” I take another sip of wine when my phone vibrates in my pocket. “Sorry, I should check that.”
“Go ahead.”
Damon:
Fun fact. Walking into an empty apartment and yelling SURPRISE when no one’s home isn’t as fun as you’d think it would be. Where are you?
Now there’s a visual.
Maddox:
Thought you were working late? I’m at dinner with Cheri.
Damon:
Damn. I guess it’s my turn to wait for you to get home.
“Is that Damon?” Cheri asks.
“I’m grinning like an idiot, aren’t I?”
“Yeah. You are.” She matches my smile. “He makes you happy, and that’s a good thing, hon.”
Damon:
Okay, I’m officially bored already. How do you do it?
I snort. “Sorry. I’ll just text him back to say I’ll be home in an hour.”