Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
His palm dives down my black boxer-briefs, and he clutches my bare ass with a firm, coveting hand.
Fuck. Veins pulsate in my dick.
Maximoff watches my hand skate down from the waistband to his erection. And as I move slowly, his hard, mouth-watering length strains against his green boxer-briefs.
His chest caves. “Farrow.” His voice demands, don’t tease. He strengthens his grip on my shoulder, about to slam me into a wall, but I bend my knees and crouch at his legs.
Confusion fills his eyes. “What are you…?”
I skim my hand over the leather holster, the one strapped to his calf, and the wooden hilt of the tactical knife. I study his features.
Maximoff looks infatuated and as head-over-fucking-heels in love with me as I am with him.
My lips rise, and I unclasp the holster. He lets me take the knife off him, and as I buckle his holster around my calf, he looks like he might self-combust and marry me a second time.
I grin. “You want to make love to me or the knife?”
“You,” he says unwaveringly, powerfully.
It bowls me over, and when I stand, Maximoff seizes the back of my head and kisses the fuck out of me. I struggle to lead.
Because I’m disintegrating. He walks me backwards, our kiss swelling my lips, and I fall back onto the bed.
I hear the bronze tray and strawberries clatter to the floor. I tear our mouths apart, trying to catch breath. “Fuck.”
Maximoff is hardly panting, his swimmer’s lungs outshining me. He sheds his boxer-briefs, his gorgeous fucking cock standing at attention. Arousal knots my esophagus, and he frees my trapped erection, fabric off.
We’re naked in a candle-lit, rose-strewn suite tucked on the side of a cliff. I can hear soft waves splash against the rock. But mostly, I hear my shallow breath.
Fighting to catch up with Maximoff.
I’m the only one on the bed, and he leans over, kissing me with deep force and love that dizzies my mind. I grip his ass, my hand rising to his muscular waist. Trying to press him closer, chest to chest, so I can roll on top of him.
He breaks our lips apart before that can happen.
“Fuck,” I pant roughly.
Maximoff pries further away. Just to unzip a duffel, and I stroke my hot length, pre-cum slick on my palm.
He returns with lube, and I’m about to stand.
His hand touches my chest. “Stay there, man.”
It takes me a second—because it’s been so long—but I realize what he wants.
Maximoff lubes his shaft.
Part of me craves to question, why now? But I want to send Maximoff to that peak too much, and I’m too aroused to puncture the mood.
And he looks like he’s dying to be inside me.
I turn my back to Maximoff, and I keep one foot on the marble floor and one knee on the bed. He clutches my waist, one hand sliding between my ass cheeks.
Fuck.
He reaches around with his other hand and fists my erection. A gnarled groan rakes me, and I grit my teeth. Fuuucking hell.
When I glance over my shoulder, Maximoff leans in and our mouths crush together.
I clutch his jaw, breath shortening again, my lips stinging beneath his. I tear apart for more air. My eyes skim his eyes, and I whisper, “You sure?”
“Yeah.” He solidifies, his fingers teasingly close to my hole. “If you’re not into bottoming anymore—”
“That’s not what I said,” I say quickly, my pulse skipping. Shit. Last thing I want is for Maximoff to deep-dive into his brain over this. I strengthen my grip on his jaw. “I want you to fuck me.” Even saying the words, my cock twitches.
His nose flares, arousal pummeling him, and he places a hand on my back. “Bend over more.”
I lean further over, a palm sinking into the mattress. His fingers fill me, fuck yes. I blink back stars as he instantly finds my prostate and rubs against the sensitive nerves.
“Fuck,” I grunt, muscles flexing. Sweat beads up on my skin.
Maximoff is standing at the foot of the bed and working me open. Sending shockwaves through my fucking body. Desire pumps inside veins, and his fingers leave and his much bigger cock pushes slowly into me. He slides inside with purpose and careful force.
I cage oxygen, the fullness mind-numbing. Good fucking God. I grit my teeth and breathe pleasured breath out of my nose.
“Fuck,” he groans as he eases deeper.
I reach back with my free hand and grip his ass. Feeling Maximoff flex into me. A moan breaks my lips and fights through me.
“Maximoff, fuck.” Shit.
I blink hard, and I glance back at him, his eyes cast down on my inked body while he rocks in me at a pace that nails my senses to another plane. I watch his facial reactions, hot-burning desire.
His eyes skewer the ceiling with a heady feeling that is swallowing me fucking whole.