Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
I looked at her. “Sorry. Not sure what’s up his ass.”
She looked back at the house as Austin walked inside. “Maybe he just has something on his mind.”
CHAPTER 16
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Max
We stumbled back into my suite, still laughing.
Ice skating today had gone about as well for Georgia as aerial yoga had for me yesterday. I was sure her ass was pretty sore right now from how many times she’d bounced on it. Not surprisingly, she didn’t take her loss well. Since the score from the last two days had been 1-1, she’d insisted on a tiebreaker competition. Still cocky from showing off my skills on the ice, I’d agreed and let her pick.
In the Uber on the way home, she’d decided on a speed math competition, asking the driver to give us numbers to add in our head, before checking them with her phone. Of course, she was a business major with an MBA, and I was a hockey player, so she’d assumed it was a slam-dunk. But she’d never asked what my major had been in college—math. It served her right for assuming I’d studied beer pong. So I upped the ante—winner gets head.
After I kicked her ass, I let her in on my college major. We were still laughing and arguing about whether I’d played fair when we got back to the hotel room.
“Didn’t take you for a welcher, Delaney.”
She grabbed my shirt and fisted it in her hand, backing me against the wall.
“I’m no welcher. But you’re a cheater.”
Smiling, I put my hands on her shoulders and gave her a gentle shove down. “On your knees, sweetheart.”
Georgia’s eyes sparked, and she flashed an evil grin. “We’re even if I can make you come in less than three minutes.”
I can definitely hold out for three minutes.
Before I could even respond, she sank to her knees. Looking up from under thick lashes, Georgia ran her tongue along her top lip. And fuck if it wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I watched as she unbuttoned my pants, and the sound of the zipper coming down made the hair on my arms stand up. She tugged off my jeans and boxers in one swoop and looked back up at me with the wickedest grin I’d ever seen.
“Three minutes—deal?”
I answered by digging one hand into her hair and winding it around my fist, and grabbing my cock with the other.
“You got a deal. Now stop talking and open wide.”
Her beautiful, plump lips opened, and I guided myself into her hot mouth. She sucked as I pushed in, going slow and feeding her a few inches, then pulling back out an inch or two, and pushing back in for more. After a few times, I hit that sink-or-swim spot—the place where most women gagged if you drove farther, and I was about to pull back again when she looked up at me. It took everything I had in me not to ram myself down her throat.
“Fuck, Georgia. Fuuuck. Take more.”
Her eyes gleamed, and in that instant, I realized I’d just taken a sucker’s bet I was about to lose. Georgia adjusted her jaw, opening wider, and surged forward, not waiting for me to push the limits as she swallowed me down her throat.
My eyes rolled back in my head.
Her throat squeezed me like a vise, warm and tight. I hadn’t even been in her mouth for thirty seconds, yet I could already imagine what my cock would look like as it erupted down her throat.
I groaned.
She moaned.
And something within me went from playful to fucking carnal. It became a frantic race for me to feel what I’d just imagined happening. Somehow I joined her freaking team and wanted her to win this one more than anything. I began to pump faster. Using my hands in her hair to steady her head, I took over. She’d bet I couldn’t hold out for three minutes while she gave me head, but she hadn’t mentioned anything about fucking her face. This was a whole different ballgame, and my release came barreling down like a runaway freight train. Fuck her wager. Losing this is way better than winning anything else.
“Georgia…” I slowed down. Even though she could deep throat better than a damn porn star, I wasn’t going to make assumptions. “Babe…” I loosened my grip on her hair. “I’m going to come.”
Georgia looked up at me, letting me know she’d heard my warning, then sucked me in deeper again.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck.”
So I dug my hands into her hair one more time, pushing in as deep as I could, and released. The pulsating stream seemed to go on forever. At the risk of sounding like a wuss, I was completely out of breath and felt a little lightheaded after.
Georgia wiped her mouth as she got up and grinned. “I win.”