Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
She moans, pulling on my clothes. “This is about you.”
I smirk. “This is for me.” I suck even harder, tasting her perfect nipple.
Then I stand, shuddering all over. “Go on, Molly. Get my dick out. Suck my tip. Rub your hand up and down my shaft. Do it. Now.”
Before the guilt and the shame become too much.
She grabs my belt, loosens it, and then busies her hands with my button. The moment she pulls my pants and underwear down and grabs the base of my cock, I can’t feel guilty anymore. Every part of me is focused on the moment, just like in a fight.
She sits up, causing those big breasts to shift around for me. Her hand strokes up and down.
“That’s it,” I moan, hardly able to speak. “Now open your perfect mouth and suck my end.”
Her tongue strokes around the tip of my dick. Her eyes are nervous at first, but when she hears my groaning noise, this look of power enters them, this look of pure control. She starts bobbing her head up and down, keeping her eyes on me the entire time as if she wants to see how obsessed with her I am. How in charge she is at this moment. She moves her hand quicker, following her instincts.
“Play… with… your… pussy…”
I can hardly get the words out as her hand smooths up and down, her hot mouth making my tip bulge and come rush up my shaft. She slips her hand down her pants, shifting it around. I stare down at her curvy, perfect body, her breasts bouncing the quicker she gets.
“Ah, ah,” I grunt, almost losing it.
Reaching down, I gently take her head with both hands, slowly moving back and forth, slipping my tip across her tongue. Her hand is moving so quickly on my shaft now, setting my desire on fire, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going to…” I bite down. “Do you want it in your pretty mouth or… or…”
She lets my cock go for a moment, moaning, nodding up at me. “Whatever you want. Wherever you want.”
She starts sucking me again. I drive my tip deeper into her mouth, but not aggressively. She moans, muffled by my dick, as I get quicker, harder.
Oh, fuck.
Her eyes are so wide. Nobody has ever had this much power over me. At the end, she nods as she sucks, urging me on. I pump my dick in and out, and then heat explodes through me. Seed rushes up my shaft. My tip tingles intensely as my come shoots into her mouth. Her neck shifts as she swallows, her hand still moving around in her pants, and then she starts shuddering.
I know she’s coming, too. My head is hazy. Fuck, fuck. Time feels like it stretches, as though this is lasting forever.
Finally, I stumble back, my cock going limp. She removes her hand from her underwear, staring up at me with her lips glistening from my release. Her eyes have a wild, hungry look that tells me when the time comes, she will take every goddamn inch.
“Was that okay?” she asks.
I smile widely. It’s the last thing I should do right now, but I can’t help it. I feel drunk on my woman, our future—the future that might be stolen from us tonight.
“You’re perfect,” I say. “The most perfect woman a man could ask for.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Molly
The time has come far too quickly. Twenty minutes after the steaminess in the bedroom, we’re back in the living room, Ethan leaning over the table, gesturing to a map. “The meet is here.” I stand just behind the couch, not wanting to get in the way, as Ethan, his two cops friends, and my man strategize for the meeting. The trap. The end of everything. “We’ll be over here.”
Ethan moves his finger from a collection of warehouses on the waterfront, gesturing to the sea. “Tim’s got a boat. We’ll be idling, ready to provide backup if needed. You’ll need to wear a wire, Du—”
“No,” Duke says shortly. “That’s way too damn risky. They’ll search me, find the wire, and then kill Ryan and me. That’s a flat no. If I need backup, I’ll find a way to make some noise. I’ll steal a gun and fire it into the air or steal a cell phone and call you. I’m not wearing the wire.”
He speaks confidently and firmly. It’s how I imagine him talking to Ethan in class. The other two men, Tim and Jeff, both nod, giving me the impression they agree with Duke. Tim leans forward, a slight man with a short-back-and-sides haircut and a chunky silver ring. “Just shouting across the water will be enough. I gotta say, Ethan, I think this is the best course of action. Even if one of their guys spots us, we’re just three off-duty officers who happen to be enjoying some time on their boat.”