Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
=♥=
Slade
Man, was my cowboy magnificent. That tight, sweet hard body cradled mine. His steel cock bounced between our bodies, teasing my senses senseless as I hovered over him. His firm nipples poked straight out at me, showing the time I’d taken with each one had paid off. They strained as drip after drip of pre-come dotted Mace’s belly. My own personal erotic show. Mace was my everything. Our lovemaking became the pinnacle of the amazing life we led.
I never stopped pumping into my guy who enjoyed being a power bottom. Mace’s face contorted, every muscle in his body strained against my assault.
We were close, very close. The restrictive control by which I held back my orgasm released as I reached for his cock. His needy gasp was followed by his back arching off the mattress, his hands fisting into the sheets. My thoughts went haywire as a psychedelic haze blew over my heated skin. I poured myself into my guy as the scent of his desire washed over me, cocooning me in all our feels.
Who knew how long I stayed in the moment with that tense hard body below me and my hips still pumping into Mace until I was able to breathe again, then I dropped down on my guy when it was over. His warmth sandwiched between us. My body was a million degrees, yet his come warmed me, pushing the tiniest drip from my thoroughly sated cock.
My forehead lowered to his shoulder. His breathy pants coasting over my neck and back. The prize came when his arms and legs wrapped around me. The sheer blinding pleasure had us both in its grip.
“You’re unbelievable,” he whispered, chest still heaving. His heart pounded against mine.
“That one was supposed to be about you,” I said huskily into his shoulder. I had to move. His breath tickled and caressed my skin too sensually. He’d have me hard again before he was ready.
“It was,” he managed. I rose, coming face-to-face with Mace. We shared something unsaid in that unguarded stare before I landed on my back beside him. Mace reached for my hand, clasping it, drawing it to his lips, kissing me.
“I don’t ever want this to end,” he whispered against the skin he’d just made wet.
It was almost too much joy to manage properly. The restraints Mace always used had disappeared.
“You’re being sweet,” I said, turning my head to the side to get a better look at Mace’s face.
“I’m content. It’s been a long time,” he said in a moment of unabashed honesty. This beating heart in my chest belonged to Mace, melting even further under his kind words.
“I’m gonna do everything in my power to give you a better life,” I declared, rolling to my side, angling to draw him into a kiss. “I’m sweaty.”
“So am I,” Mace said, staring up at me dreamily. A soft yawn slipped free.
I had to leave in a few hours. I wasn’t ready for him to go to sleep.
“What’s your favorite dinner?” I asked, not sure I knew. Mace happily ate anything I put in front of him.
“A big thick T-bone steak with Adkins steak seasonin’. They’re a Texas-based company. Midlothian, Texas,” he said, wincing as he tossed an arm over his eyes and used his toes to inch the blanket up toward him. “Come’s comin’ out my ass.”
I ignored him. We had a deal, whoever topped cleaned the other up. I’d get to it.
“What about children. You see a large family or small?” I asked.
“Family? Like kids?” he turned his face to me, blinking at me as if I were a stranger in his home.
“Sure,” I said.
“No kids,” Mace said. “What about you?”
“I’m open to it.” I said. Mace’s expression changed to one of concern for my mental health.
“What do you know about raisin’ a kid?” he asked, his voice less drowsy which was a good sign.
“I could learn,” I answered, dismissing his clear concern.
“I don’t think so.” He closed his eyes, thinking he was finished with our conversation. Amateur.
“Four, five, or six kids…” At my words, Mace let go of a solid hmph. My chuckle was immediate. “I don’t see kids in my life either. I was being ornery. Do you see me as your husband?” I asked and immediately wanted to take those words back.
Mace didn’t say anything for several long seconds, only stared at me. “Are you askin’?”
Oh wow, I didn’t see that question coming back at me.
“I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe I’m feeling out the terrain before I ask. We’ve been together for a while…”
“Nine months isn’t that long,” Mace said. “I guess I see us that way already. Yeah, I guess I see it. But I don’t want to divorce. You better be sure when you ask because you aren’t gettin’ rid of me without a fight.”
My love gave a giant jaw-cracking yawn and returned to having his eyes closed. The bedroom was dark with only one lamp on, not too bright for uncovered eyes.