Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“It’s a late nap for her. She’s never going to fall asleep tonight.” She sighs, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my dick, and I groan.
“I’ll stay up with her, and I was thinking my lips against yours, but that”—I nod toward my cock and her mouth that’s so close I can feel her hot breath—“works, too.” I nod, and she tosses her head back in laughter.
“I’ve never laughed during sex.”
“You weren’t with the right man.”
“And are you the right man?”
“I’m your man. That makes me the right one.”
That must have been what she wanted to hear, because the next thing I know, my cock is buried in the back of her throat, and it takes every ounce of strength I have to remain standing. My fists are clenched so tightly at my sides that my hands ache from the pressure, but I hold strong to my willpower and don’t touch her.
While I keep my hands to myself, I do watch her. I’m not even sure I blink as I watch her gag on my cock, over and over again. It’s not until she peers up at me with those big green eyes and those long lashes brushing against her cheek, my cock in her mouth, that I reach for her, but I catch myself.
“Let me,” I pant.
My cock falls from her mouth with an audible pop, and she wipes her face with the back of her hand. “Let you what?”
Let me love you.
Instead, I say, “Let me touch you.”
“How?”
“What?” I ask, my brain still foggy from the heaven I felt with her mouth wrapped around me.
“How do you want to touch me, Will?”
“Everywhere, Mandy. I want to touch you everywhere. My lips, my mouth, my cock, every inch of my skin pressed to yours. I want it all.”
Her face is blank as she climbs to her feet. She wobbles just a little, and I put my hand out to catch her if needed, but I still don’t touch her. Once she’s steady, she reaches for her tank top and pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor. She works her way through every item of clothing she has on, until we’re both standing in my bedroom, naked.
Her chest rapidly rises with each breath, as does my own. Still, I don’t move. I wait and let her tell me what she wants, what she needs, and then I’ll be the man to give it to her.
She moves toward my bed and climbs up onto the mattress. “Show me,” she says, her voice husky and laced with desire. “Show me what you want to do to me.”
“Fuck yes,” I say, before crawling over top of her on the bed. My arms hold my weight as I kiss her, taking my time. I get lost in the kiss, keeping it slow, even though I want nothing more than to devour her, but I won’t. Not tonight. Something is happening. I can feel the shift. The connection that tethers us together is growing stronger, and this isn’t just sex. Not for me, and not for her.
Amanda reaches between us and grips my cock, guiding me inside her, and I push my hips forward, sinking in as far as I can go.
“I wanted to take my time,” I tell her, trailing kisses down her neck and over her breasts, sucking a hard peak into my mouth.
“I can’t wait any longer. I need you, and I don’t know how much time we have.” Her voice is breathy, and her nails dig into my back, while her words hurt my heart.
My entire body goes rigid. “We talked about this,” I say, trying my damnedest to keep my tone even. “We’re in this. You and me. Right?” I ask. I don’t know how I’ll handle it if she backs out on me now, after I’ve fallen head over heels in love with her and her little girl.
She cradles my cheeks, and I melt into her touch. “Mia, babe. I meant Mia. I don’t know how long she’ll stay asleep.”
“Thank fuck,” I say, dropping my forehead to hers. “I thought you meant this was ending, and Mandy, baby, I don’t want this to end. I know it’s going to be tough, but we’ll get through it together.”
“We’ll tell her,” she assures me. I’m sure she can see that worry etched all over my face. “I promise that we’ll tell her. I just need a little more time. Please.”
“Okay,” I say as I rock inside her. There’s nothing this woman or her little girl could ask for that I wouldn’t give them. I feel the same way about my daughter and my granddaughter, so this has to work. I’ll convince Bellamy. Pushing all of that out of my mind, I focus on the moment. My time with Amanda is limited, and I’m not wasting a second.