Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
And Miranda is defenseless to its onslaught.
“Does this feel like the reaction of a man pity fucking?”
I grip her ass and rock my hips forward, dragging my erection against her heat, drawing out her sultry moans.
“I stayed away at the start because I know you deserve better than both the douche you once called your husband and me. But don’t take that as disinterest on my behalf. I had eyes on you more than on my job. That’s how they were able to play me for a fool. Again.”
Conflicting timelines removed the nooses from Roy’s and Tasha’s necks for the missing cocaine, but something isn’t adding up. There are too many missing pieces to this puzzle, but not enough hours in the day to find them.
The number of bullets I’m dodging should have my cock hanging limp, but this, my butterfly’s final metamorphosis, is more important than insolent idiots too dumb to remain hidden forever.
They’ll start acting flashy and will talk shit like all unaccredited drug mules do, and then I’ll take them down. It will only be after they’ve announced who suggested Miranda’s business name should be dropped into the dirt with them, though.
After reacquainting our lips, I kiss Miranda with everything I have.
Several long minutes pass before I pull back to marvel at the life firing through her pretty eyes.
“Every time I have you, I want you more.”
My tongue lashes her kiss-swollen lips, still craving more even when she is right in front of me.
“The first time I saw you… fuck. Your beauty brought me to my knees. Then, as I watched you more and more, I realized your attractiveness goes much deeper than skin deep. Everything about you is perfect. Your smile, your kindness, your ability to make it seem as if you’re happy even when you’re dying on the inside.”
I kiss the edge of her mouth for each statement, tinging their honesty with a smear of deceit, but too desperate to touch her to hold back for a moment longer.
“But you weren’t mine to do with as I pleased. Both on paper and in your eyes, you belonged to another man.” She tries to interrupt me, so I speak faster. “So I kept my distance and bided my time, knowing one day you’d eventually break out of your cocoon and be free of him.” Again, I inch back, smirking when she groans. “I couldn’t force you to do that, though. Your metamorphosis had to be your own doing. It made you that much stronger.” The lust in her eyes announces she is aware of my next sentence before I articulate it. “Strong enough to know you could stop this if you truly want to.”
I use my grip on her hair to force her to her knees, and then I use my opposite hand to raise her chin and lock our eyes.
When I drag my thumb over her lips, softening them to be stretched, she whimpers. It drills through the last of my resistance and has me speaking as honestly as I have the past forty-eight hours.
“The only person about to be pity fucked is me. But fuck if I can stop this, butterfly. I crave you enough to watch you from afar for a year and keep my hands to myself. There ain’t no way I’ll achieve the same now knowing I can have you. I crave you more than my lungs crave air. You’re my drug of choice.”
With her wings fully expanded, Miranda gets on board with my plans rather quickly. One second, she’s wetting her lips. The next, she’s tugging on the fastener of my jeans and pulling my cock out of my pants.
I groan when her plump lips circle my crown, and then my teeth crunch when she takes me to the back of her throat.
For a woman who was never given the chance to showcase her brilliance of giving head, her skills are undeniable.
Miranda knows how to please a man orally.
I’d be jealous as fuck if I had witnessed a single scenario instigated by lust with her husband.
In the twelve months I stalked her, I didn’t even see them kiss once.
“Christ…” I grunt when she swivels her tongue around the base of my cock and fights past her gag reflex to accept me as deeply seated as possible. “You’re taking me so deep.”
I gather her hair in a ponytail, then use the firmness of my hold to control the movements of her head. I can’t have her choking on my cock, even with her gags sounding like calls from heaven.
When I say that to Miranda, her moan vibrates down my shaft, making me thicker.
Pre-cum leaks from the top of my cut penis as she sucks the marrow from my bones. She licks it up, as desperate for my taste as I am hers. I want her to ride my face, and for her juices to drench my beard, but I need her to feel how hard she makes me.