Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
He grins as he licks all around my clit. Soft. Hard. Rough. So gentle that I nearly can’t feel it over the throb.
A finger swipes through my slit before sinking deeply, deliciously, inside me.
I grind against his hand. “That’s better,” I say, gasping for air.
His tongue flattens against my nub as he adds a second, then third, finger inside me.
If it wasn’t for the wall behind me, I’d be flat on my ass. My legs are no more.
I reach for his head, digging my fingers through his hair, as he sucks and strums—playing my body like an instrument. He’s so much better than my fantasies. So much better.
I pull his face toward me, into me, encouraging him to keep doing whatever he’s doing. I’ve lost track.
“Maddox,” I say, struggling to even say his name. “Mad …”
He looks up from between my legs. I can see the smirk in his eyes.
My breath stalls as I take in the sight. Maddox Carmichael kneeling in front of me with his mouth on my pussy.
I slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders. He holds my gaze as I lift one breast, then the other, out. My nipples bead, ache—beg for attention too.
He slows, licking in longer, more pointed strokes. I pinch one nipple with one hand and run my other through his hair. My dress drapes off my waist and hangs behind me.
I scratch my nails over his scalp. “Make me come, Mad.”
His eyes darken and a sound that comes from low in his throat ripples across my wet flesh.
It doesn’t take long for him to get me to the edge. I roll my nipple between my fingers and bite my lip.
He shoves his fingers deep inside me, twisting them as he pulls out. He chooses this moment to flick my clit back and forth—and that does it.
My head thuds as it hits the glass. I drop both hands into Maddox’s hair and pull him into me as I cry out.
The suite is filled with my release. My voice, my moans—my pleas with Maddox not to stop—echo through the room.
I scream as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, like it was a grenade going off inside me, rips me in two.
“Maddox,” I groan, clenching my teeth. My body shakes around his face. I can’t stop the convulsions. “Fuck it …”
The words fall roughly, as if I’m hitting speed bumps.
Finally, once he’s licked and plunged every last ounce of pleasure from my body, he pulls away.
My dress falls to the floor unceremoniously. It’s as if it’s tired too.
I’m spent, weak, and unable to support myself. It takes monumental effort to lift my head and get my feet beneath me. Maddox must anticipate this because he wraps his arm around my waist as he stands.
We’re face-to-face, my arousal soaking his face. His eyes shine, shimmering with satisfaction.
“That was some show, Birdie.”
And that’s enough to bring some life back into me.
I laugh.
He drops his head and licks a nipple, and then the other. “You’re a playground, you know it? A fucking wonderland.”
“Well, come on, Wonderboy. Let me return the favor.”
FIFTEEN
Ashley
I tuck my breasts back into my dress as we enter the kitchen. “Sit.” I point at the countertop by the sink.
Maddox, looking smug, starts to hop on the marble.
“Wait.” What am I doing? “Don’t move.”
He lifts a brow. “Can I do something for you?”
My insides quiver. I’d most definitely like a repeat of that last orgasm, thank you very much.
He must see every thought in my expression because his smug smile sinks deeper.
“You can, actually, and I fully expect you to do every single one of them at some point over the next few days. But, right now, we have other measures to take care of.”
He palms his cock through his pants. “This, I hope.”
I stand in front of him and begin unbuttoning his shirt. I start at the bottom and, one by one, work my way up his chest.
I grin.
“What?” he asks, furrowing his brow. “What are you smiling about?”
“I’ve never undressed a man before. And I was just thinking that I always thought I’d be nervous but I’m not.”
He snorts. “I’d hope not. I still have your pussy juices on my face.”
My cheeks blush. “Take this off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He shrugs off his shirt and sends it sailing down the counter. My lord, what a sight to behold.
“You know,” I say, taking his hand and twirling him around like he did me earlier tonight. “You could get laid just by having parts of this.”
He laughs. “What are you talking about?”
I unfasten his belt and pants, making sure to drag my knuckles down his cock as I lower the zipper.
“Your abs, obviously, are great. But that’s a given. Not highly impressive,” I say.
“Gee, thanks. I put a lot of work into those.”
“Oh, they’re nice. But I just mean scientifically, women are more predisposed to find men with lower stomach fat attractive because more fat means lower testosterone.” I shrug and tug his pants off him. “You don’t get a bonus point for science.”