Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 103931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
I turn back toward him, and a tear falls down my cheek. I swipe it away, embarrassed at how weak I am regarding this topic.
“You thought I was like him, and I get it. It’s just . . .”
“Mallory, please. I was wrong. I admit that. Don’t cry.”
I inhale deeply, pushing down the tears. “I’m over it. I want to move forward.” I plaster on a smile that I hope he knows is genuine despite the heavy moment.
He leans forward and places a kiss on my forehead.
“Me, too.” He runs his hand down my cheek, rubbing away the moisture. “Say something cathartic.”
I lift an eyebrow at his request.
“Go on. Do it,” he prompts.
“Fine. You were an ass. Better?”
He bites his bottom lip, trying not to smile. “Much.”
Turning toward the beach, I watch the waves crash against the shore. Inhaling, I savor the salty air and tranquility.
I’m determined to enjoy the moment with Paxton beside me.
The warmth of the fire and Paxton’s strong grip on my hand give me a unique sense of peace that I haven’t felt in a long time.
Soon, the fire starts to die out, and the light fades away. I move to stand, but before I do, warm hands grasp my hand, and he shakes his head. “Not yet.”
“And why is that?”
Paxton simply smirks.
Something tells me I’m going to like whatever he has in mind.
34
Paxton
@Stargossip: Low key getting homicidal vibes from Brad. Anyone else?
@ZEfronleftBallSac: Fear of cannibalism is real.
@Lexi_H: Damn, I knew it wasn’t just me.
@SirKernals_3: Bro, STFU. You’re not funny.
@Lexi_H: @SirKernals_3 It’s a fucking joke. Calm your tits.
Before she knows what’s happening, I’m pulling her into my arms and sealing my mouth over hers, kissing her like a starved man.
It’s only been a few hours, but I need her again.
Need to feel her fall apart all around me.
Need to watch her come.
Need to taste her.
Her mouth opens wider, and she lets me in. My tongue sweeps against hers as I devour her.
My right hand fiddles with the string of her shorts, unknotting them but never breaking our connection.
Once they’re loose, she lifts without being prompted, and I pull them off her, leaving her in only skimpy cotton panties and a tank.
Pulling back, I look at her with hooded eyes. “This needs to come off.” I reach out to pull her shirt over her head before bending down and pulling one of her pert nipples into my mouth.
Sucking until she’s gasping for more.
It doesn’t take me long to answer her pleas. Unlike before, I don’t want to take my time with her. I need her now.
I move to the other breast, and while I lick, I push down my sweats, freeing my rock-hard cock, stroking it up and down.
“Take them off,” I say between licks, and I don’t need to clarify what I’m talking about. The only thing that separates me from her sweet pussy is her underwear.
“You have to stop for me to take them off.” She giggles.
I pull off her breast with a pop and glare at her for stopping me.
“Oh, stop.” She laughs. Then removes herself from my lap before she shimmies out of the small scrap of cotton.
“Enough talking. I want in.”
She grins up at me, knowing I’m two seconds from losing my mind. Based on the ways her own eyes hood, she is, too.
Lying back, she spreads her legs farther apart, giving me a full, inviting view.
She’s fucking divine.
If I wasn’t so desperate to be inside her, I’d lick every inch of her body, but I am, so instead, I angle the head of my cock against her.
Slowly, I tease her, moving my dick up and down on her wet slit.
What I would do to fuck her bare.
Leaning over, I reach into my bag and rummage through it until I find the wrapper. I make fast work of sheathing myself.
Any time wasted is a second I’m not inside my girl.
My girl?
Holy fuck . . . nope . . . not going there right now.
Focus, Paxton.
“Paxton,” she purrs. “What are you waiting for?”
A grin spreads across my face at her timing. “What do you want, princess?”
“You.”
Licking my bottom lip, I ask, “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Now.”
I answer her plea with the slamming of my hips upward.
Fuck.
She’s a fucking queen.
Placing her legs over my shoulders, I slam into her. She’s so tight and perfect, and if I could stay here for an eternity, I would.
That’s the way I want to go out of this world.
Fucking Mallory.
I retract and thrust back in.
The feeling is sublime.
Like nothing I have ever felt before.
I keep up the pace, basking in the mewling sounds I’m pulling from her.
Sliding my dick out of her and then slamming back in only furthers the noises.
I do this over and over again with the intention of driving her mad.
From my position, I watch as I fuck her, and it’s a sight to behold.