Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck, Maven,” he groaned when he filled me, withdrawing only to press all the way in again. I felt his pelvis curl under me, felt how he flexed his ass and dug himself as deep as possible, until I was sitting all the way down. “I love the way you feel. Every single time.” He shook his head like he was in disbelief. “I’ll never get enough of this, of you.”
We were both needy, kissing and clawing and fucking each other hard. It was like we only had minutes before the clock struck midnight, before the spell was broken and we were without each other again.
I tangled my hands in his hair, matting it with clay as I rolled my body and bucked my hips. He filled me, again and again, his brows etched together as if he were in pain, as if he needed to bury himself inside me to feel anything at all.
Every now and then, he’d look down at where his team’s name was on my chest, his hands curling over the stitching on the back that spelled out Tanev, and I swore I felt him fuck me harder then, deeper, with more intensity than I’d ever felt before.
My climax built furiously fast, and I tossed my head back, moaning and bouncing in his lap. Deftly, I felt his hand wrap around my throat, and he squeezed with just enough pressure to make my vision go dark and heighten all my other senses.
“Open your mouth,” he said, and when I did, he slicked his fingers inside.
I could still taste a bit of the earthy clay mixed with his salty skin, and I swirled my tongue around those fingers like it was his cock. He groaned like that’s what he was imagining, too, but then he pulled out and trailed his slick digits down and under my jersey.
They slid between my cheeks, toying with the hole he wasn’t currently filling as my eyelids fluttered.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Vince smirked against my neck, answering my plea with one smooth plummet of his middle finger deep inside me.
I gasped, shaking, clinging to him as he set my orgasm on fire. He filled me in every way — his mouth on mine, his cock buried inside me, his finger stroking the inside of my asshole with the same perfect rhythm. The combination made me combust, and a numb fire licked at my nerve endings before spreading and consuming my entire being.
I moaned his name as I came, and with a groan, he followed. I felt him spill inside me, and it only made me come harder, made the orgasm echo like that was the key to unlocking a series of aftershocks.
It was unbridled and messy and so fucking hot.
When we finished, Vince carefully removed his finger, but kept me there in his lap, his cock softening a bit inside me. We were sweating, my forehead pressed to his as he wrapped me up in his arms.
As our breaths evened, he moved my hair from my face, holding at the back of my neck like he was afraid I’d pull away. I could hear his heart racing, felt his head shake marginally as his brows pinched together even more.
“What?” I asked.
But he just shook his head again.
We stayed like that a few minutes, holding tight to each other without a single word, and then he began moving again.
Pump. His hips flexing into me. Pump. His mouth claiming mine. Pump. His hands sliding under the fabric of the jersey before sliding it up and over my head.
He dropped it to the floor, hands exploring my newly revealed skin that had been covered the first round. He roamed every inch of my navel, my rib cage, my breasts, and back down to my hips.
And he grew harder inside me, his release mixing with mine and providing the lubrication to keep going.
Everything was more sensitive this time, our bodies already sated as we pushed them to give us more. My eyes locked on his, and Vince held me there, grabbing the back of my neck and making me watch him as he flexed deeper.
It was too much.
I wanted to close my eyes, to look away, to disconnect. Because the way he looked at me, the way he slowed his pace so much that he was just barely moving inside me, the way he held me so tight like he thought I might disappear…
It was intimate.
It was heavier, more weighted than any time he’d touched me before.
“Vince,” I warned.
He only held me tighter, and when I closed my eyes, he smacked my ass.
“Look at me.”
When I did, he shook his head, rolling his lips together as he started to fuck me faster.
“What have you done to me?”
He whispered the words so low I thought I might have misheard them, and then he was kissing me so hard it hurt.