Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
The bathroom door opens, and she steps out in nothing but a smile. I let out a low, appreciative whistle that sends a wave of pink across her pale flesh. Her lips pull into a smile, but Maven being Maven, rolls her eyes at the compliment. “No need for all that, Wilder.”
I frown. “No need to appreciate the sight of a beautiful woman standing before me naked? I think there’s a big fucking need for that, Mave.”
She takes note of the dim lighting and the bottle of Patron on the nightstand.
“Going all out tonight?” Her words are full of shock and delight, which is what I was going for.
I shrug. “I want you to be as comfortable, as open as possible to all the ways I’m going to rock your world.” I plan to do a hell of a lot more than that, but it’s best Maven finds that out for herself. I pour two glasses and hand her one, forcing her to come closer to take it.
Maven licks her lips and takes the glass, her gaze never leaving mine. “What are we drinking to?”
I raise my glass. “To unexpected delights.”
Maven lifts her glass in return. “To having your world rocked. Multiple times.”
I laugh, and we both take the shots quickly, slamming the glass back with satisfied sighs and longing looks.
“Ready,” she says, putting the glass back on the nightstand and mustering all the courage she thinks she’ll need. “Where do you want me?”
“Everywhere,” I tell her honestly.
She lays down on the bed, and I slide in next to her.
“Wilder,” she murmurs dreamily as I drag my hands through her hair, kissing her. I kiss her mouth, her neck, her breasts.
I pause and look at her. “Are you afraid?”
The tiniest smile curves her lips into a half-moon, and Maven shakes her head. She’s so beautiful. “Not of you.”
“Good to know.”
One thing I love about older women is they’re not shy. They know what they want and are not afraid to take it.
I stare down at her and lick my lips. Her nipples peak into hard points, her breathing slows down, and she’s looking at me like I hung the moon.
“I’ll take care of that ache,” I growl and grab my cock one last time before turning my full focus to this woman and her body. Her pleasure.
Maven sucks in a deep breath, her hazel eyes full of determination. “I’m ready. I trust you.”
Those three words, more powerful than the other three words, shock me. They thrill me, and all I want to do is make her moan. Make her cry and buck and shout my name.
“Good to know,” I growl and settle myself between her legs, my cotton-covered cock pressing against her pussy as I devour her mouth for long, eternal moments. I’m breathless as I pull back, smiling and kissing my way down her body, stopping to give those magnificent tits the attention they deserve.
Small sighs and moans escape from Maven’s mouth, and those little gasps when I bite down her nipple keep me going, keep my cock hard and aching, eager to hear more of those sounds.
“Wilder,” she gasps and arches into me when my tongue slicks across the underside of her tits. “Yes,” she moans when I double back to feast on hard-tipped nipples, licking and nibbling before sucking on them until she cries out her pleasure. “Oh fuck!”
I pull back and smile up at her. “Now I have you right where I want you, Maven.” Before she can come up with a sassy response, I spread her thighs as wide as I can using my shoulder before burying my face deep in her pussy.
Maven’s hips buck up, and I smile against her, circling my tongue around her clit over and over until she’s bucking up like a wild animal and feral sounds drop from her lips. “Wilder, oh fuck! Yes!”
My teeth press into her clit, and she cries out again before I suck her clit to soothe the ache between her thighs.
“Wilder,” she says in a warning tone I recognize.
I pull back and smile. “I didn’t say you could come yet. Don’t. Come.”
Her eyes go wide, but Maven nods her compliance.
I return to her sweet, honeyed pussy, pressing my thumb against her clit while I fuck her with my finger first in long slow strokes and then deeper, rubbing that spot I know will make her cream.
“Wilder,” she cries out again as her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow. “I. Can’t.”
“Don’t you dare come.”
It’s too late. Her body quivers and shakes as her orgasm quakes through her body, making her tits jiggle. I latch onto her clit and suck it hard while two fingers plunge deep, fucking her hard until every inch of pleasure is torn from her body.
She goes slack, and a nervous laugh escapes. “I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”