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 grabs at my shirt, then tugs it over my head in one swift motion. When she drags her nails over my pecs, I shudder from the feel of her fingers, from the reminder that even if I tell her what to do, she is still in charge. Hell, she holds me in the palm of her hand even if I’m setting the pace.
This woman simply owns me.
I can’t look away as she runs those long cherry red nails through my chest hair, playing with it before roaming down my abs, then to the button on my jeans, and undoing them. In no time she drops to her knees, and she pushes my jeans down. Then shrugs. “Oops, I couldn’t wait.”
“Maeve,” I say in a warning.
She pouts. And yep, I knew she’d be good at that too—pouting. She does everything to the fullest. “But I like your dick so much. Are you sure I can’t suck your big dick?”
I close my eyes for a second, then open them to run a finger over her lips. “I think you really like saying that.”
“I can’t help it. I like king-size in everything.”
I tip my head back and laugh. Then smile smugly, but grateful, too, that I’ve got the goods she wants. But I don’t have it in me to deny my wife. “Then take it out and I’ll let you have one good, long lick before I fuck you the way you need to be fucked.”
She pushes my jeans down and I step out of them. When she sets eyes on my boxer briefs, she wiggles her brows. “Monkeys swinging on vines?”
It’s not really a question. It’s like an insider secret as she hearkens back to Vegas and to the night she became mine—when we walked past the monkey business ad from CheekyBeast.
Soon after that, she became mine for a night, but then unexpectedly mine for a little longer. And this time, she’s deliberately mine for now. She pushes down on my boxer briefs with the monkey prints till my cock springs free, hard, throbbing, leaking at the tip.
She rubs it against her cheek. I think I might die of lust. Pleasure’s burning a path through my body as she drags my hard shaft over her soft face, along her cheek, over her lips. It’s the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life, like she’s a cat, marking her person. Only Maeve is marking my dick. Or maybe I’m marking her. I don’t even know anymore.
She parts her lips, looking ravenous. “It’s seriously so pretty I want to paint it.”
I laugh again. “I thought you didn’t do nudes.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t. I think I’m a little obsessed with your dick. Is that okay?”
I stroke her hair. “I’m obsessed with your hair.” I run the backs of my fingers against her cheek. “Your face.” I brush a thumb over her lips. “Your mouth.”
Then silently…you.
She drops her face and draws the tip between those pretty lips. My bones crackle. She looks spectacular, then even better when she opens wider and swallows me inch by inch, her eyes sparking with lust and excitement as she takes me deeper. My blood heats like the sun.
My wife, on her knees, craving my cock is officially the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me. But when she sneakily shoves a hand between her thighs and strokes her wet pussy, I revise that statement. Because this, right here, is even hotter. So hot I yank my dick from her mouth.
“What?” she asks innocently. Too innocently.
“I will come on your face if you play with yourself.”
Her eyes widen, flickering with filthy excitement. She wraps a hand around my dick. “I want that soon.”
I know what she means. Of course, I fucking know what she means. But I have to ask the question. “You want me to come on your face?”
“I do.” Like she said when I married her.
She is killing me, and I need her. I strip off the briefs then lie down on the bed, parking my hands behind my head on the pillow. “Get naked and sit on my dick now.” She slips off her skirt, pulls off her T-shirt, and unhooks her bra. She stands naked before me and my mouth goes dry.
My efforts to control everything fly out the window.
My heart stutters. Thumps harder. My best friend is naked and gorgeous. This is so unreal, and yet here she is climbing up on the bed, straddling me and saying, “So this is how you want me.”
I can barely breathe. I want her so much. I want her in every way. I nod since I’m unable to speak. I would probably only grunt anyway. I grip the base, offer her my dick. And finally manage to use my words again, gritting out, “Take it, honey. Take it all.”