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Authors: Lani Lynn Vale
Tags: #Romantic Suspense, #Mystery & Suspense, #Romance, #Suspense, #Military, #Literature & Fiction
Another One Bites the Dust (34 page)
Angelic is how she’s described by all who meet her. That is until you try to separate her from her daddy when she doesn’t want you to. Then she’s a holy terror that resembles The Bride of Chuckie. Max, of course, thinks this is the best thing since sliced bread. I’m secretly pleased, yet I’ll never admit it.
“God, that thing gets me every time.” Max said as he held his hand over his heart.
“You and me both.” I whispered.
I let my fingers linger on her hair, feeling the baby soft wisps of hair that graced her head. It took a couple months, but by the time she left the hospital, she sported one hell of a cowlick.
He held the covers up for me and I crawled halfway in. “When do you think they will let her get off that?” He asked.
He crawled in next to me and pulled me into his chest. I snuggled up close so my right leg was hitched over his thighs, just underneath his groin. I laid my hand down on his tummy and let it sit there, testing the waters so to say.
I drew my hand lower until it was skimming the line of his boxers. “I’ll ask at her next appointment.”
His stomach muscles clenched in appreciation.
His hand caught mine, and I thought he might not be as into it right now as I thought he was. Except for he shoved my hands underneath the elastic band of his boxers and covered his cock with my hand. Taking my new bound freedom, I stroked his lengthening cock with my fist. Working it slowly up and down at a steady pace.
In a matter of moments, his cock was hard as stone. Once he started to thrust into my fist, I stopped. Letting my hand travel lower. He spread his legs wider so I would have access to what I wanted. I gathered his balls into my hand and cupped them gently; then I gave an experimental tug to see what kind of mood he was in tonight. His growl said it all, and I lowered myself down underneath the covers until my mouth hovered just over his cock.
“So it’s a hard and fast kind of night, is it?” I asked seductively.
I skimmed his cock with my lips, but didn’t take him inside yet. I was waiting for confirmation, and I wouldn’t do a thing until he let me know how much he wanted it. This has turned into a game for us; the first one to break gets control. Well, in all reality, Max was always in control; he just let me have it until he was ready to bring it home.
He didn’t answer with his mouth; instead, he took his cock in hand and guided me by the hair down to it. I left my mouth closed, waiting. Realizing I wasn’t going to open without prompting, he ran the head of his cock along the seam of my lips. My tongue watered, wanting desperately to bring him inside the heat of my mouth. Still, I didn’t open.
Growling, he flipped us to where he was straddling my rib cage, and his cock hovered above my lips. He reached over and flicked the bedside lamp on for more light, and then immediately returned his cock to his fist.
Guiding it back to my mouth he said, “Open.”
I obeyed, and he lifted my head and fed his cock into my mouth. He shoved inside, hitting the back of my throat so fast that he initiated my gag reflex. He pulled back, but didn’t give me time to recover before he was touching the back of my throat again, albeit slower and less forceful this time.
He moved in and out of my mouth for six or seven thrusts before he pulled out abruptly, lifted my feet so the soles of my feet were planted on his chest, and thrust forward into me with little preamble.
He was so deep when he went in this way. He left my feet on his chest in case he went too deep, but I never had to stop him. This position allowed just a bite of pain to consume me, and it wasn’t long before I was panting with excitement. Each deep thrust brought me closer and closer to the pinnacle.
His body was thrusting into mine so hard that slaps could be heard echoing off the empty bedroom walls. I’m sure the other couples in the rooms beside ours could hear us, but I could care less right this second.
“Fuck me.” Max muttered.
I opened my legs and watched as his cock tunneled into me. Then my eyes traveled from where we were connected, past his pubic hair, over his washboard abs, up his well-defined chest, and finally settling on his beautiful green eyes. He was so damn gorgeous.
Even the scars didn’t detract from his beauty. Our eyes stayed locked on each other’s. Moments later, a now very familiar feeling started warming my clit. With each thrust of his cock, Max was hitting that spot inside me that would produce a very explosive orgasm. Two more forceful thrusts from Max had my vision going black.
His grunt from above me let me know he’d gone with me.
My legs flopped to the sides, and Max pulled out of me slowly. Wetness glided out of my slit, and I panted in exhaustion. The man was a God.
“Yes, I know.” Max said smugly from beside me.
“Did I say that out loud?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“Don’t let your head get any bigger. You can barely fit that one through the door.” I teased.
He pulled my body on top of his, and I settled in. It wasn’t often that we did this cuddling thing. We both liked our space, and eventually tonight, we would migrate back to our own sides, but for now, we enjoyed it.
Max kissed my hair and said, “I love you, Pet.”
“How much?” I asked.
“Lots.” He replied.
“How much is that?” I asked.
“That’s a lot.”
“How much is that?”
“That’s infinity.”
“That enough to get up with the baby in the morning?”
He let out a small laugh. “Absolutely not.”
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