Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
She’s thrashing and writhing, rocking into my face and using me exactly how I want her to. Her nails dig into my skull, and I pray she leaves marks. I flatten my tongue, giving her wet pussy a long, lusty stroke.
She jerks, and I try not to come in my pants again while she goes wild on my mouth. My chin. No, my whole goddamn face. It’s like my mouth is a toy and she is fucking it the way she wants. I will not be Quick-Draw Asher again. Not this time.
And the thing is…I’ve never been happier, I’ve never been more turned on, I’ve never been more aroused than when she snaps her thighs to my head. Clamping them down like a vise, she surrenders and screams at the same time. She’s so loud, so into this, so very her.
“Oh god, oh god,” she chants. Wild and unleashed. And it’s everything.
My head swims with an overdose of desire as I lick and kiss her through her orgasm.
When she gently pushes back on me, I let go and wipe the back of my hand across my wet mouth as I look up at her. I don’t take a picture. Of course I don’t take a picture. But I snap this shot in my mind.
It’s perfect. Wild, disheveled, hypnotically beautiful Maeve.
Yeah, I was right. Disheveled Maeve is a very good look, and I can’t get enough of it. It’s mine. This look is all mine. I want to remember it forever because I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted this—her giving herself to me—for so much longer than I even realized.
I rise, slide a hand over my very needy hard-on in my jeans. With a contented sigh, she blinks, then her eyes travel down my body, stopping at my erection before she locks eyes with me again. “Well, are you finally going to let me feel that big dick of yours?”
I take a beat, tilting my head, giving her a lopsided grin. “I will on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“If you come all over it, nice and bare, like a good wife. Exactly the way I want you.”
“Bare,” she repeats it like I’ve invited her to Tahiti. Like going bare is a fancy tropical destination.
Well, yeah.
“I’ve been tested for everything. Negative. Are you on protection?” I ask the last question because it’s the right thing to do, though I already know the answer. I saw her pills on the bathroom counter this morning. But it’s important to ask. It’s important to talk about it.
“I’m on the pill and I’m negative too.”
A grin works its way across my face as I imagine filling her with my come. “God, I need to fuck you right now, honey.”
“Honey,” she repeats, as if she’s savoring the word on her tongue.
“You like when I call you that?”
She offers me her hand, meets my gaze with bold, hungry eyes. “Asher, I like everything.” She presses her chest flush to mine. “So, so very much.”
I want to record those words. Play them on repeat in my head. Drink them down, eat them up, subsist on them. I like everything. So, so very much.
Instead, I scoop her up, then toss her over my shoulder, easily. “Asher, I’m five-eight,” she squeals. “How can you pick me up?”
“I’m six-three and weigh more than two hundred pounds. I’m supposed to be strong. If I can’t carry you upstairs, I should be banished from the game.”
“All right. Do it then,” she says in a playful challenge.
One I fully accept as I head upstairs, carrying her the whole way, my hand on her sweet, bare ass. She hums happily as I stroke the curve of her cheek where it dips and meets the back of her thigh, the delicious crease.
But once we’re in the bedroom I’m not so playful anymore. I am horny as fuck for my wife.
I set her on the end of the bed and slide my hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up. “You need to ride my cock right now,” I say in a tone that says I’m not fucking around when it comes to fucking. “I want to stretch you as far as I can.”
She slides her teeth along her lower lip and says, “Bet you want to watch my tits bounce too.”
I shudder out a harsh breath, then slide my thumb roughly along her bottom lip. “The sass in you. I want to fuck it right out of that pretty mouth.”
She purses her lips then blows me a seductive kiss. “Then I really should get on my knees.”
The image of her plump, pretty lips wrapped around my cock is branded on my brain, but no way can I have her the way I want if she’s sucking me off. I will come in seconds. “Next time. Right now I want you to take my clothes off and see what you’ve done to me,” I tell her.