Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Then we’re in the room and tripping over Clyde, who wants more water and to belchingly tell us about his day, thus far, interrupting our momentum.
But once the cat has water and a catnip ball Matty pulls out of the shopping bag from last night, we pick up right where we left off.
We won’t tolerate being interrupted this time.
We’re on a mission to bang each other’s brains out and neither of us is the kind to give up without a fight.
“I want you in the worst way,” I breathe as he kisses me hard against the wall, his mouth hot on my neck. “If we don’t have wild, sweaty sex right now, I’m going to cry. For a really, really long time.”
“I’d never make you cry,” he says, making my blood fill with fizzy bubbles. “I don’t know about the sweat, though. It’s chilly in here.”
“Then let me warm you up.” I kiss him harder as I rake my nails down his back. I pull his shirt from his pants and dive my hands down the back of his waistband, squeezing his muscled backside through his boxer briefs. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. You have the best ass.”
“Lies,” he says, gripping my bottom in both hands and hauling me up into the air. “You have the best ass.”
I wrap my legs around him, kissing him as he heads toward the bedroom. “It’s a large ass. Much larger than yours.”
“That’s one of the things I love about it,” he says, setting me on my feet by the bed only to spin me around the second my toes touch the floor.
He tosses me onto the mattress on my stomach and covers me with his body, massaging my ass with his big hands as he knees my legs apart. “I love how round and thick it is, how it sways when you walk and strains the seams of your jeans.” His hand slides between my legs from behind, making me moan as he rubs my clit through the thick denim. “I’ve thought about being inside you this way at least two hundred thousand times.”
I suck in a breath, arching back against his hard cock. “This is it. This is where your bossy side really shines.”
There’s a smile in his voice as he whispers in my hair, “Yeah? You like it when a man tells you what to do in bed?”
“No,” I say. “I like it when you tell me what to do in bed. So, tell me something bossy, Matty. Tell me you want to rip my panties off and take me like an animal.”
He groans softly as his hands move to grab my wrists, pinning them to the mattress as he presses his hips harder into my ass. “I want that so much, but I want to roll you over and watch your face while I eat your pussy more.”
So much blood rushes to my head, I nearly pass out. “Yes. Please. That.”
A moment later, Matty has flipped me onto my back and slid me up to the top of the bed with one strong hand. My breath rushes out in a coo of approval. “Very manly display of strength.”
“I’m going to show you a manly display,” he rumbles in a rough voice that makes me feel sexier than I’ve ever felt before.
But no other man has ever wanted me the way Matty wants me. I can feel his hunger, his need in the way his hands tremble ever so slightly as he makes quick work of my clothes, tossing my sweater and bra to the ground before ripping my jeans and panties down my legs.
He strips his shirt off, too, treating me to a delicious view of powerful pecs and chiseled abdominal muscles before he’s on top of me again, kissing me as he cups my breasts in his hands.
“You look really good half naked,” I say, blood pumping faster as he rolls my already tight nipples between his fingers. “But I think you’d look even better all naked.”
“If I’m all naked, I’m going to be inside you in ten seconds,” he says. “And you deserve way more than ten seconds of foreplay.” His hand smooths down my stomach to dip between my legs. I suck in a breath as his fingers tease at my entrance and around my clit. “And I need to know what you taste like. I’ve been dreaming about it for months.”
Before my lust-muddied brain can form words, he’s kissing his way down my throat and gripping my left breast tight in one big hand as he flicks his tongue back and forth across the tip. I squirm beneath him, clinging to his shoulders, digging my nails into his back, begging for mercy as he continues to divide his attentions between my sensitized breasts, licking and sucking and biting until I’m writhing.