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)
It was never like this when he fucked other women. But then, he also didn’t give a fuck what any other woman thought about his performance.
Unlike with Taryn.
He needed to pull out all the stops and get her to come soon.
Jamming his hand between him, he pinched her clit hard. But when she bucked against him, she had no idea how dangerous that was.
For fuck’s sake, he was trying to get her to come, not lose his own shit.
Needing another distraction, he once again sank his teeth into her tit, not as gently this time, then dragged his tongue over the mark left behind.
She didn’t tell him to stop. Fuck no. Her pussy squeezed him even tighter. He slipped that in his sexual toolbox for next time.
But that move didn’t distract him, it only made him teeter dangerously.
Planting his knees deeper into the mattress, he began to piston his hips and power up and into her until he couldn’t drive himself any deeper into her molten heat. She took everything he gave her and gave it back to him, thrust for fucking thrust.
Spearing herself on his cock.
Grinding against him.
Driving him out of his fucking mind.
Her sharp gasp turned into a low moan. And he had to clench his teeth as her core rippled around him. Since he was already standing dangerously to the edge, she was about to knock his ass over.
Hold out. Just a little damn longer. She’s almost there.
Thank fuck he was right.
With a low wail, she tensed and exploded around him. Not only could he feel the wave after wave of her orgasm trying to sabotage him, but he swore she gushed all over him. This was one damn time he wished he hadn’t worn a wrap.
When her climax faded away, she sank bonelessly into the mattress.
Soft. Pliant. Satisfied.
Fuck yeah.
It was go time.
Unfortunately, “go” only meant three more pumps before his balls screamed, “Enough!” With one last tilt of his hips, he sank himself to the root, closed his eyes and shot his load with a groaned, “Fuck.”
She continued to cling to him as he waited for reality to return.
He met her eyes as soon as he opened his. “You good?”
Goddamn! Was he a victim of body snatchers? When the fuck had he ever asked that?
The corners of her lips curled up slightly. “Do you really need me to answer that?”
Fuck no he didn’t, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Especially since, for once in his life, he was trying to make an impression.
If not body snatchers, it had to be old age creeping up on him.
With another groan, he rolled off her and flopped onto his back, his lungs still starved for oxygen and his heart still trying to knock a hole in his chest. But at least his empty balls were happy as shit.
Hell, so was he.
Of course she’d want to share his bed with him now. By nailing her as good as he did, he nailed this “interview.”
He slipped off the wrap, careful not to spill it all over the damn bed, tied it off, and set it aside.
“I’ve never done that before,” she whispered up to the ceiling.
He tucked an arm under his head and turned it just enough to let his eyes trace her profile.
“Came the last time we fucked.” No way did she fake any of her orgasms. He was a damn pro at telling the difference. Sometimes he cared, most times he didn’t give a shit.
But tonight wasn’t most times.
“No, not that. That rush of fluid.”
Well, damn. One side of his mouth pulled up. “Yeah, woman, I made you squirt.”
She turned her own head to give him wide blue eyes. “Really? I thought that was a myth.”
“Ain’t no myth. Most men don’t know how to make a woman do it.” Obviously, Vic the Dick never got the job done. But the fuck if he was asking her if that was true and unintentionally inviting that fucker to join them in this bed.
“And you do?”
He tried not to grin like a cocky asshole. It was a struggle. “Just proved it, didn’t I?”
She stretched with a groan. “I think I might need to see if it happens again. It could’ve been a fluke.”
She might be fucking with him, but what she said sounded damn good to his ears. Not the fluke part but the again part.
They could disprove that myth as much as she wanted. Even again tonight.
“Takin’ that as you invitin’ me to stay? Or are you banishin’ me back to the couch?”
When she stared at him, he could see the wheels turning. She wanted him—what just happened proved that—but he could also see her worried about getting too deeply involved in what he represented.
She didn’t want to be tied to a motorcycle club, whether for business or personal reasons.
He got it. That life wasn’t for everyone.