Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Maybe the right thing to do is to pull away, but there’s no part of me that wants to.
“Now that’s definitely not a great pickup line.” I smirk up at him, feeling silly.
“How about this, then?” He kisses me, pressing his surprisingly soft lips against mine. “That work?”
I don’t know what it is about these guys that has me willing to drop everything for just another touch. “Pretty good.”
“Come here.” He rises and pulls me with him in one motion. As soon as we’re standing, he pulls me into another kiss as he walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. Our lips never lose their connection as he follows me down onto the mattress, his body bracketing mine.
I break the kiss for a moment, just enough time to get out, “This doesn’t change anything, right?”
“Right.”
Mad Dog slips his hand up underneath the T-shirt, across my thigh, over the boxers and up to my side. His callused fingers are rough and needy, exploring me as I moan into his mouth. I want to feel his inked skin under my fingers, to get to know every inch of him by touch alone.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans.
He sits up enough to help me work his shirt up his torso and over his head, messing up his hair as it comes off. His mossy eyes are clouded with lust. “Do I really get to fucking have you?”
“It goes both ways,” I hiss.
“Noted.”
The boxers, already barely hanging on, go flying. His jeans take a little more work, but we’re up for the task. I pull his zipper the rest of the way down and yank his jeans and underwear together down past his hips. His cock springs out, big, hard and glistening at the tip. It pulses in my hand, hot blood pumping right under the surface.
My mind goes blank. All I can picture is him under me, the beauty of being stuffed full, and his expression absolutely wrecked as he watches me above him. “I want to ride you.”
“Yeah?” he asks, grinning.
“Yeah.”
He digs into his bedside table and pulls out a condom. Raising his eyebrow in challenge, he hands it to me.
Oh, this is on.
I barely recognize myself when I’m with them. I’ve never been a prude, but until meeting them, I’d had sex with two people. My long-term high school boyfriend, who was my first, and one of the line cooks at the diner who seemed like a good idea after said boyfriend went away to college and ghosted me.
The line cook was in fact not a good idea.
There’s just something about how easygoing they are when it comes to sex that’s like catnip to me. I can almost understand now what they meant when they were talking about the girls who hang out at the club. Almost.
He fists the sheet next to us as I roll the condom down over his hard cock, and then I kiss the tip before crawling up his body, my hips straddling his thighs. I start to pull off the shirt, but he stops me.
“Leave it. I like seeing you in my clothes.”
Heat coils in my gut. I drag my pussy over his erection, pressing it between us as I move into position. Face to face, our eyes lock as I reach between us and line him up. I take it slow, savoring the feel of being stretched open, and he seems more than happy to sit back and enjoy the ride.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans, finally breaking eye contact when I’m about halfway down.
Every slow inch is exquisite torture. I have one hand splayed open on his chest, and the other on his leg behind me for support. He grips the backs of my thighs in his big hands, encouraging me to move, but not quite demanding.
“Too slow?” I tease.
His laugh is a low rumble. “If you’re trying to kill me, just do it already.” He slaps my thigh, hard enough to sting and make me suck in a sharp breath.
I let gravity do its work. My ass hits his lap, and I feel every bit of him inside me. I lean forward for a quick, demanding kiss. The neckline of the shirt hangs low, giving him a good look at my swaying breasts. His hands explore, fingers finding my nipples.
I forget everything and start to move.
He rolls my nipples and tugs. It forces a groan out of me that’s so deep and primal I didn’t know I could make that sound. My back arches, my toes curl, and I work myself on his cock. He feels so good, thick enough to make me really feel it. I grind down when our hips meet, chasing my climax.
Mad Dog swipes one last time over my hard nipples and strokes down, one hand resting on the dip of my waist and the other pushing between us. He spreads his hand over my pubic bone and explores with his thumb until he finds my clit.