Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
A delicious tightening begins to build deep within my core like a coil ready to spring, every purposeful thrust bringing me closer and closer.
His scent envelops me, intoxicating me with everything that he is, and as his fingers move faster over my clit and that skilled cock drags in and out of me, filling me to the brim, it’s all I can take.
Maddox grunts, his speed picking up like we’re in a goddamn race to the finish line, both of us so close to the edge. “Fuck, Lyra. Just hold on one more second.”
“I . . . I can’t.”
“Ugh, fuck. Take it. Take it, baby. Just like that.”
“I’m gonna come!”
“Hold it, Lyra,” he grits, thrusting hard. “Don’t you dare—”
“OH FUCK!”
My world explodes into a million dazzling colors, shooting through my vision like a laser show as that tight coil springs free deep inside me. Hot pulses of pure, tantalizing pleasure rock through my body, through my limbs, and all the way to my fingers and toes as I cry out with unbelievable pleasure.
My pussy wildly convulses, spasming around Maddox’s thick, veiny cock as I come hard, my head thrown back with the sweetest satisfaction, and just when I think this is as good as it gets, Maddox thrusts into me one last time before letting out a deep roar that echoes through the alley, bouncing off the walls like the sweetest ricochet.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts, emptying himself into me as he collapses forward, catching himself on the wall before he crushes me beneath his impressive size.
I can’t respond as my body turns to mush against the wall, and we take a second before Maddox gently eases out of me and takes my hips, turning me until my back is against the brickwork.
He tucks himself back into his pants, and all I can do is stand here in the alley, stark naked, looking up at this insanely beautiful man in an orgasm-induced brain fog. I can’t seem to string together a single word, but there is one thing I know—one thing I am absolutely certain about—I’m going to be feeling the aftermath of his cock for years to come.
And that’s a fact.
5
MADDOX
Well, fuck me.
Lyra Vale is one hell of a spitfire, and by spitfire, I mean trouble.
This woman is going to be the death of me, but I don’t care. I’m here for it. I’ll fucking welcome it. And if she wants to burn me to the ground and ruin my life, I’d hand her the matches and make sure she doesn’t burn her pretty little fingers in the process.
They say post-nut clarity is a thing, but the only clarity I have is that I need to do that again. No matter what. I haven’t nearly had my fill of her yet. Not even close. Fuck, my cock hasn’t even gone soft yet, and I’m already trying to work out how to get her to invite me up for round two.
I lean against the wall, my arm braced high over her head as I try to catch my breath.
Lyra put me through my paces. Pretty sure I was going to pass out at one point, but I’m no sucker, and I don’t back down from a challenge. The moment she told me some other guy had worked her up and let her down, I knew I had to make this one count. She’d been waiting long enough, and it didn’t matter what it took, I was going to be exactly what she needed.
What a fucking idiot that guy was. If only that bastard knew the sweet pussy he passed up on. How tight she was around me. How good it felt sliding inside her. He’d be kicking himself right now, but I can’t be mad about it. Because if Lyra wasn’t out here on the street, feeling irritably unsatisfied, then there’s a good chance she wouldn’t have given me a second glance.
Cheers to fuck-nuggets all over the globe who fumble the ball, I guess. Your greatest fuck up is my win.
Lyra shifts beneath me, and I pull back, painfully aware that, despite what happened between us, I’m still a perfect stranger to this woman I found on the sidewalk.
“You good, Savage?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Glancing around me, I find my shirt on the ground and step away to grab it. She tracks my every move. “Now,” I say, scooping it up before stepping back into her space and pulling the shirt over Lyra’s head. “If we’re gonna do that again, you need to work on holding out. I don’t like coming alone.”
Lyra’s head snaps up, her brow arched as though silently laughing at me. “Again?” she questions, adjusting the shirt and letting it fall all the way to her knees, and damn it, I like seeing her like this. I like it a shitload more than I should. “That’s awfully presumptuous of you.”