Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“That was a tease, Alissa. It’s a whole other thing to…”
“Has a woman ever done that to you before?”
I bite my lip.
One woman did. At least I think she did. The memory is hazy at best.
But then what I witnessed—correction, what I think I witnessed—afterward soured the act for me.
“Women usually aren’t interested in doing that for a man,” I finally reply.
Technically not a lie. Technically also not the answer to her question.
But Alissa isn’t Rouge Montrose. She’s a kind, generous woman who isn’t viewing this as a transaction, but as two people wanting to do everything they can to pleasure one another.
Her face grows pink. “You know what, forget it. You’re clearly not—”
I grab her wrist. “No, Alissa. I want you to.”
Her eyes brighten. “Okay. Get on your stomach.”
I slowly move my body into the position. God, why does this feel so vulnerable?
This woman has had my dick in her mouth. It’s not as if this is all that different.
It’s not as if—
Fuuuuuuucccckkk.
She’s already started. Her smooth, silky tongue is on my hole, licking its perimeter first and then moving across it in straight lines.
If this is even a tenth of what a woman feels like when she’s getting eaten out, then chicks have got it fucking made.
And my cock is about to burst.
I reach under my body and straighten it out, giving it a few gentle pumps. Not too much or I’ll explode all over Alissa’s bedspread.
I’d much rather explode right into her.
She continues plundering me for a few minutes before my aching cock takes over my entire body. I flip onto my back and my dick springs upward, hard as fucking steel.
“Sit on it. Now.”
Her eyes widen. “You sure?”
“Sure as I’ve ever fucking been.” I narrow my eyes. “Sit. On. It. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” she says on a breath.
Her words make my dick even harder.
I like being called “sir.”
She stands up on the bed, giving me a view of her entire body from her beautiful feet to her gorgeous light-blond hair, and then lowers herself slowly over my dick.
Damn. I could come right now.
She bites at her lip and closes her eyes. “Fuck, Maddox.”
“Yeah. You like sitting on my fat cock, don’t you, Alissa?”
“More than anything.” She brings herself up and down, up and down, over my cock, until she’s practically bouncing on it.
And I’m in fucking nirvana. Her pussy is so perfect. So soft, yet so tight. Like she was molded to my dick.
I won’t last very long.
“Faster, Alissa.”
She grits her teeth and increases her speed, and I thrust my hips in tandem with her bounces.
“I’m close, Alissa. Are you?”
“Yes,” she moans. “So close, Maddox. So close.”
A few more pumps and I’m emptying myself into her, filling her to the fucking brim.
She lets out a guttural moan. The kind that pierces your ears in the best fucking way.
We’re coming together, and damn…
It makes it ever better.
She sits on my dick for a moment longer before she finally slides off me and curls up next to me.
I stroke her soft hair. “You make me see fucking stars. I don’t think I’ve ever found a woman quite like you.”
She chuckles. “Girls like me are a dime a dozen.”
“Not true.” I hover over her, turning her face to meet mine. “You are one of a kind, Alissa Maravilla. You’re an entire wonderland within a single person. A beautiful soul inside a beautiful body. You’re a woman that I can—”
The words stop in my throat.
She wrinkles her forehead. “That you can what?”
I swallow my fears. Time to get real. “A woman I could…settle down with. And I realize it’s soon to say something like that, but—”
She places a finger over my lips. “Don’t apologize. I feel the same way.”
“Do you?”
She nods. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
And then she closes her eyes. I return to her side and wrap my arms around her.
The horrors of this day have melted away, at least for now, and we fall asleep.
I open my eyes.
Where am I?
The whole room is outfitted in pinks and yellows.
And a beautiful blonde woman, naked as the day she was born, snoozes next to me.
Alissa.
The love of my life.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
After…
Oh, God.
May’s head. The park. Bill. We almost got caught by a cop on the way to the morgue.
And then, naturally, we fucked like maniacs.
I rub my temples against the headache beginning to form.
That was early Monday morning, so it must be… Fuck. What time is it?
Alissa has an alarm clock on her nightstand.
Eleven thirty.
Shit.
I was supposed to open the shop at eight a.m.
I don’t even know what time it was when we finally got to sleep. But it was nearing three in the morning when we were at the morgue.
I run my hand over my head.
I’m naked, too.
And…shit. I don’t have anything to change into.