Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Steph
Big dick motherfucker ain’t catching me slipping. “You hush.” I looked down at Ms. Kitty, who was starting to purr for her daddy. “Don’t you remember how many ice bags we went through today?” I ignored the itch that started deep between my thighs and held firm.
I held my spot under the basement stairs and forced myself not to so much as breathe.
“Stephie, baby, where are you?” I rolled my eyes and ignored the sweet ache his words caused. I’m not falling for his mess. Hidden behind that sweet as pie voice of his lies a true sadist. I’d told one little lie to avoid drama and had paid the price for my efforts. It sure felt good at the time, though.
My pussy opened her mouth to yowl, and I clamped my legs shut. “Bitch, you keep this up. See who’s gonna play doctor tomorrow when your ass is sore.” He kept calling, and she kept pulsing, opening and closing her damn lips in a silent scream. Her greedy ass is about to get me killed. It’s not like I’m not gonna get her ass fed again, but I need some time to recuperate.
I guess that saying be careful what you wish for is true because Mace is just about all I’ve ever imagined wanting in my bed and even more so in my life. Too bad when I was imagining all this hotness, I never once thought he’d come with a python dick that could move my ovaries and turn my insides into mush.
He must have radar because of all the places in the house he could’ve gone; he chose to head down to the basement. I felt my heart speed up and had to clamp my hand over my mouth to hide the laughter that threatened to escape. That’s something else I’d found with Mace, this new feeling of light and happiness. He makes me forget to hate myself or the way I look. Like I, too, deserve to have the kind of relationship I’d always envied.
“Here, kitty-kitty-kitty.” I almost jumped out of my skin when I looked up to see him smiling down at me through the slats of the stairs. “What’re you doing down here, baby?” As if he didn’t know.
“Um!” I started to lie again, but memories of how that ended the night before gave me pause, so instead, I said nothing.
“You miss me?” He came down the stairs, and I forgot all about being sore or holding out for at least an hour, so he didn’t think I was easy. That look in his eyes when he stood over me, the way he lifted his hand to my cheek before leaning in to kiss me, melted all the hard and cold places inside.
I sighed into his mouth and all but threw myself at him while Ms. Kitty showed her ass. She rubbed herself against him in heat until he had me pressed up against the wall behind us with my leg hitched up around his hip and one of his big hands between my thighs. I held my breath until his finger sank into my heat, one then two, as he sucked on my tongue and made me weak.
“Let’s go upstairs.” I huffed the words into his mouth, forgetting all about being sore.
“No, right here. I’m going to take you right here.” I didn’t have a chance to agree or not before the sound of my panties tearing filled the air, and before I could blink twice, he was down on his knees with his head under my dress and his tongue soothing the ache he’d caused this morning. His tongue went in deep and my knees buckled under the onslaught.
“Have mercy!”
MACE
“You done using my cock like a sperm dispenser?” Her greedy ass eyed my dick; then, she had some kinda private conversation with her snatch while looking down between her thighs. I guess the two of them decided she wasn’t done with me yet because she jumped me.
“Steph, back the fuck up.” I made my voice as stern as possible to get through to her, or she’d bulldoze her way over me for sure.
“But why?” She did that whiny little girl voice bullshit and eyed my dick like it was her next hamburger. I’ve seen her ass eat a damn burger, nope. If I were less of a man, I’d whimper, but I’m not about to go out like that, not with this one.
There were times in the last week or so that I’d questioned whether or not our first meeting was a fluke, whether it was just the alcohol that had made her so bold because my girl has these moments where she’s just too damn sweet, almost to the point of naïve. And then there are times like tonight when I think I don’t know the half of it when it comes to her sneaky ass.