Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Because he was close to being done.
Especially once she wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into the back of his thighs, and met him thrust for thrust.
He teetered dangerously when she ground her clit against him and her pussy clamped tightly around his dick.
Then her face softened, her eyelids slid shut, and her mouth went slack.
A second later, she shattered around him.
Thank fuck. Now it was his turn.
Gritting his teeth and not even waiting for her orgasm to end, he began to piston his hips. His breath pumped from his lungs with each forceful thrust he made in an attempt to screw her right into the vanity. Each drive upward was deeper and quicker than the last, until there was nowhere left for him to go.
She dug her nails into his ass even deeper to prevent herself from slamming into the mirror, possibly shattering it.
That would suck.
Not because he’d need to replace it, because she might get cut and the noise might wake up the kids. Sunny was too damn smart to believe the bathroom mirror exploded on its own. In the middle of the night.
When they were all supposed to be sleeping.
With a grunt he swore came all the way from his toes, he slammed her one more time, planting himself deep. He closed his eyes as his dick pulsed and his balls emptied.
The second he could think semi-straight, he dropped his forehead to her shoulder and sucked in oxygen to slow both his pounding heart and his breathing.
She came three fucking times. A record for him because he normally didn’t give a shit after a woman came once. And he was being generous with that. He wasn’t fucking them for their pleasure but for his own.
This was the first time since he’d been inexperienced that he cared if the woman was satisfied when he was finished.
Despite that, he was not expecting her to quickly release his ass, plant her hands against his chest, and push.
He reluctantly opened his eyes to see hers wide and her face pale.
What the fuck? That was not the reaction he expected after all the effort he had put into this.
Was that a look of regret she was wearing?
Goddamn it. That didn’t bode well for him convincing her to let him back in his own bed.
Collaring the wrap at the base of his dick, he slipped from her and stepped back, giving her space. “What’s wrong?”
Fuck her no talking rule. That was now officially over.
She set her jaw and shook her head, still not saying a damn word.
“I hurt you?”
No answer.
“It suck?”
Again, no answer as she scrambled to get dressed.
“Made you come three fuckin’ times,” he announced like she wasn’t aware of that fact.
Unless she’d been faking it?
No, she’d have no reason to fake it. What he heard and felt was far from fake, unlike some of the shit that came out of a sweet butt’s mouth.
He stood watching her finish pull on her PJ bottoms and her tank back over her head. “Babe.”
Fuck, he needed to know where this went wrong.
“Taryn.”
She paused with her hand on the door knob and didn’t even bother to turn around when she said, “We don’t speak about this ever again.”
Then she was gone.
Chapter Fifteen
The man gave her three intense orgasms last night. Or more like early this morning.
Taryn was lucky to have even one with Vic. Stone went above and beyond when he didn’t stop until she’d had three. That might have been a record for her.
Later, while lying in the man’s bed without him, she went over how she reacted afterward. He seemed to be getting pissed as she ignored his questions.
Truthfully, she didn’t have any answers. He possibly thought from how she responded that he had sucked. That was far from the truth.
And that was the problem. Not the fact they had sex.
The sex had been great. Soul satisfying. Even toe-curling. Definitely orgasm inducing. Better than she would’ve ever expected from a rough-around-the-edges biker.
Only, having sex with him should have flushed him from her system.
It did the exact opposite.
But as good as it had been and as tempted as she was to knock boots with him again, after he came, reality had crept in.
No, not crept in. Hit her like a two-by-four across the forehead.
She had given in to her impulse and regretted it immediately afterward. Again, not because he sucked, but because she hardly knew him. And what she did know…
She blew out a breath.
He was an ex-con. He belonged to a motorcycle club and certainly wasn’t an upstanding citizen of society.
Add in the fact that they had to live together and both had young children living under the same roof. Impressionable children who should be looking up to them as examples and not hypocrites.
Since she couldn’t fall asleep after going back upstairs and she didn’t want to wake Wren with her restlessness, she decided she might as well get up and get a jump on the day.