Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Me either. Regardless, I’m appreciative.” Crew stands up from his place on the floor. We’ve both changed out of work clothes. I’ve already walked Mackie, taken him out back to toss the ball around, and now he’s waiting for his dinner. Me too, bud, me too. Speaking of. “Oh shoot, I need to stir my sauce.” I scurry around the two, Mackie following me right away with a yip of confidence that he’ll get his kibble earlier than normal today. Obviously, he will. Making him wait while we eat is absolutely criminal.
“How can I help?” Crew asks once I’m at the stove, lifting the lid and stirring the meat sauce. The salad is ready—a simple garden salad with lettuce, carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, and some Colby Jack cheese cut up into bite-sized pieces.
“Will you fill a pot with water? I’ll get Mackie fed really quickly, and in fifteen minutes or so, we can eat.” Crew stops me with a firm grip of his hand on my hip, the tips of his fingers searing me through the thin fabric of my shorts. He gathers it in his hand, lifts it up, and fully engulfs my cheek.
“Like coming home to you, Serena. I like it a whole lot. Nobody’s here to interrupt us, and I can have my hands and mouth on you in whatever capacity I want.” I abandon the thought of dinner, loop my arms around his shoulders, and he lifts me up with one hand. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he’s moving. “Turning the sauce off. Dinner will have to wait. The only meal I want to eat is you.”
“Down the hall, second door on the left.” The look of desire he sends my way has me rocking my hips, greedy to finally have him inside me. I hold on tighter than I ever have before. His lips seek mine, and there’s a rush to what we're both after.
“You good with me taking you tonight, sweetheart?” he asks when we enter my bedroom. It’s kind of hard to ask when I’m busy using his body, and his hands are slowly working their way beneath my shirt. Through it all, he’s been able to maintain walking, kissing, and talking. A lot more than I’ve done, that’s for sure.
“More than sure.” I lift my arms as the fabric of my shirt is pushed up higher. Crew still hasn’t let me go, and it’s by sheer will on his part that he’s able to hold me while I use every muscle in my body to hold on. Once the cotton is discarded from my body, he makes his move, spinning us around until my back meets the mattress.
“Good, because I’m about to take my time and taste every last inch of you.” He strips for me, standing between my spread legs while revealing every delicious inch of his body. Each dip and ripple of his muscular body has me leaning up until I’m resting on my forearms, afraid I’ll miss the performance of a lifetime.
“Damn, Crew,” I breathe when he wraps his hand around his thick cock. My mouth waters at the drop or precum that gathers at the tip. I’m torn between begging to taste him and waiting patiently to finally feel him inside me. The decision is taken away from me when his hands meet my hips, pushing me upward on the bed, and his knees hit the mattress.
“You’re going to be saying that a lot tonight, sweetheart,” he says right before his lips wrap around my nipple, sucking it deeply before repeating the process with the other. The sensation zaps straight to my core, and I hike my legs around his waist. I attempt to arch my hips while my hands dig in the back of his head.
“Need more, need you.” Crew sucks harder, lightly biting the tip, back and forth. Once, twice, and after a third time, he finally moves further down my body.
“Patience, Serena. You’ll get what we both want soon enough.” He moves my legs until they’re over his shoulders, my thighs clamping down at the thought of having his mouth on my pussy.
“The same patience you’ve shown me?” I tease, hands going to where his mouth was only moments ago. My fingers emulate his ministrations, yet they’re not the same. Crew’s ruined me for everyone, my own fingers and toys no longer do the trick. All they do now is leave me begging and wanting more, so much more.
“Serena, you don’t know what you do to me.” He breathes me in, nose nudging at the bareness above my folds. A shiver races through me, uncontrollable, and then the tip of his tongue slides through my folds, licking me from one fold to the other, up and down, exactly like he did to my nipples. He’s dangerously close to where I need him, and he’s well aware of it, too.