Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I can’t resist leaning in to lap through her once, just to get the taste of her on my tongue.
Fucking delicious.
“Xander.”
She’s become breathless, that beautiful voice rough now as I boost up to tug on her nipple with my teeth, making her arch her back beautifully.
“Yes, Red.”
“You really want to know what I want?”
“Yeah, baby, tell me.”
“God, your mouth is so damn good,” she whimpers when I kiss up to her neck.
“Tell me,” I repeat.
“I want your huge, perfect, pierced, hard-as-fuck cock in my pussy, Xander Hendrix.”
I pull back so I can stare down at her and lift a brow.
“Please.”
I grin. “Good fucking girl.”
Her eyes dilate at that, and it makes me smile as I kiss her, working the sweats she likes so much down over my hips, and with all my weight on my good leg, sure to go easy on the injured one so I don’t meet Ivy’s wrath, I settle between her perfect thighs and rest my cock in her wet heat.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Xander.”
“Mm, I like it when you ask nicely.” I bite that lower lip and give it a tug. “And I really love seeing you in my name. It’s hot as hell.”
She lifts her pelvis, wanting me to sink inside her.
“Need you,” she whispers against my lips. “To fuck me.”
Tipping my forehead against hers, I pull back until the crown of my cock lines up with her entrance, and then I push all the way inside until I’m buried completely, and we both moan.
“Fuck, your cunt is so goddamn perfect. So tight.”
Her legs come up around my hips, and I bury one hand in her hair as I start to move.
“So perfect,” she whispers, watching me with bright-blue eyes. “God, Xander.”
“That’s right.” I pick up the pace, just a little. “Mine. Who do you belong to, Ivy?”
“You. Fuck, yes, right there.”
“Say it again.” I glance down so I can see us, watch as I disappear inside her and then pull back out, wet from her.
“You.” She swallows hard. “I’m yours. Oh God.”
“Mine. This pussy is mine.” I start to pound harder, moving faster. “Fucking hell, you’re so goddamn everything, Ivy.”
She’s going to come. I can feel her starting to tense up, her mouth drops and she closes her eyes.
“Look at me.”
She obeys, and Christ, I could get lost in those baby blues.
“Come apart, Red. All over me. Go over.”
Her hips jerk, and she squeezes around me so hard that my eyes cross. But before her orgasm fades, I pull out and turn her over, bunch the jersey in my fist so I can see my name and number, and slam inside her once more, railing into her.
“Yes!” Ivy looks at me over her shoulder, and pushes back on me, and fuck.
I won’t last like this. She’s every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had in my life.
With a shout, I plunge deep and come hard, losing myself in her. Filling her up.
And she rocks back into me, practically begging for every last drop.
I pull out and swipe a finger through our mess, and Ivy opens her mouth in invitation.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” I say, grinning as I offer her my finger and she sucks it clean. “And I fucking love it.”
“I know,” she says when I pull the digit from her lips. “It works for us.”
“And your Denver Flurry win tonight, by the skin of their teeth,” the announcer says, and we turn our attention back to the screen where the final score is 4–3.
“We won,” Ivy says, clapping her hands.
“You’re adorable. Is this how you always are when you watch my games?”
“Of course. When I’m working, I high-five everyone at the bar, whether they’re a Flurry fan or not. They’d better say they are if they want a refill from me.”
I pull her in and kiss the fuck out of her.
“But, I’m your favorite.”
She presses her lips together, humor filling those sexy eyes.
“Say it.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
She kisses me softly and drifts her fingertips down my cheek. “Because it’s fun to tease you. But I’ll say this: You’re the one I’m here with. Your cum is currently running down my inner thigh. And I’m kind of obsessed with you.”
“Is it any wonder that I’m crazy about you?”
She giggles and kisses me. “Okay, I have to clean up.”
I shut off the TV and take her hand.
“Come on. I’ll clean up my own mess.”
“You’re injured,” I say into the phone the next morning. I’m standing in the kitchen with a mug of coffee, watching the snow fall outside.
Winter seems to be here early this year.
“How the fuck do you know? It hasn’t been released,” Coop says.
“I have eyes. Jesus, even Tucker mentioned it last night. What is it? Ribs?”
“Hip,” he says with a sigh. “It’s not broken or anything like that. A little sprained and sore.”