CHAPTER EIGHT

SADIE

Mack said about taking things slow and I somewhat agreed with him.

Now I’m simply too overwhelmed not to act on my instincts and they’re telling me to grab hold of this man and love the hell out of him.

I’ve always been a chatterbox. All my life people have commented that about me. Talkative, wordy, babbling, long-winded, chatty, rambling. I’ve been called it all. And yes, I’ve been told to shut up more times than I can count.

Mack truly doesn’t feel that way. He’s interested in what I have to say and in me.

I was turned on by him before and now I need to express how much I want him. Going by the sizeable erection poking into my thigh, I think the feeling is mutual.

His fingers tunnel through my hair, pulling out the elastic band holding my hair back in a ponytail. He grips the loose strands as his mouth moves hungrily against mine, his hips thrusting and grinding desperately.

He tastes like pineapple. I suck on his tongue, glorying in the taste of him and the feel of his hard body underneath mine. He’s older than me by a decade, yet his body is strong and fit. I want to strip the clothes off of him so I can kiss and lick him all over.

Pushing on his shoulders, I use them for leverage and sit up as he releases my hair. His erection jabs into my ass as I straddle his taut middle. His eyes are wild and wide as he stares up at me with parted lips, his breath panting out unevenly.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growls.

Reaching down, I trail my fingers over the soft whiskers of his beard. “I was thinking the same thing,” I whisper.

I grind my pussy down on his stomach, feeling the hard buck of his dick against my ass. “I want you, Mack.” Trailing my fingers down his chest, I pluck at a button on the front of his shirt. “Are you going to let me have you?”

His eyes, more brown than green, are latched onto my mouth and something like disappointment fills them.

Confused, my body goes still, and I wonder how I completely misread things.

Mack’s Adam’s apple bobs. “I don’t have any condoms.” The words are slow to come and filled with regret.

My body sags in relief. If that’s the only thing stopping him, I got him covered. Literally and figuratively.

I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom, waving it merrily as I grin. “No worries.”

Mack’s hands drop to my hips, his long fingers gripping my ass and wrapping around to the front of my hip bones. “You’re sure, Sadie?”

Laughter bubbles up in my chest. I’ve never been more certain of anything before in my life. I’m afraid that might scare him, so I simply nod and say, “Yes.” Then my lips crash into his again and all my thoughts fly away.

His hands guide me as I rock on him, my breasts crushed into his chest. The friction is wonderful with my clit throbbing between my legs as desire dampens my folds. If I were wearing panties they’d be soaked. I’m more of a commando gal so my jeans are the only thing between my naked pussy and Mack.

His pants as well.

We need to do something about that, and fast.

Tearing my mouth from his, I sit up and tug up the hem of my sweater, peeling the garment off before reaching behind me and undoing the clasps of my bra. I’m more bottom-heavy than hourglass shaped, but I’m not ashamed of my smaller breasts. I’ve had no complaints before, and my brown nipples jut out happily.

Mack’s eyes latch onto them, his pupils expanding with desire. I brace my hands on his stomach so I can smoothly get off of him to take my boots and jeans off, but before I can his hands tighten on my hips and his upper body lifts up. The abdominal muscles under my fingers flex and bunch, and I nearly swoon at his physical strength.

His hot mouth latches onto a nipple and a startled shriek leaves me that quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as he suckles.

With his hands guiding me, I begin to rock over him again. The strong pull of his mouth on my nipple fuels an answering throb of my clit and excitement quickens my breath as my pussy gushes.

I tangle my fingers in his shaggy hair, loving the silky strands as I run my hands through it.

“Oh Mack,” I sigh, throwing my head back in pleasure as I dry hump him.

Switching sides, his tongue laps around my areola before he takes my tender bud into his mouth and gives it the same treatment as he did with the other one.

Grinding myself down, I ride the seam of my jeans, and my orgasm hits me like a tsunami, crashing over me and sending waves of rippling pleasure through my pussy.

He releases my breasts and stares up at me in awe as I gasp and dig my fingers into his shoulders as the aftershocks course through me.

I’m still floating down from my intense high as Mack eases me off him and stands to his full height. My eyes travel up his broad frame and I watch breathlessly as he unbuttons his shirt and discards it. He’s not wearing an undershirt and his muscular torso is now fully exposed to me.

Before I thought he looked hot in a snug T-shirt. That’s nothing compared to a shirtless Mack. I was right he does have tattoos on his chest in addition to the ones on his arms. It’s hard to concentrate on those when I want to take in everything about him.

Hard slabs of muscles line his chest, his pecs defined and covered with hair slightly darker than what is on his head. A thick line of hair travels down his stomach disappearing into his jeans.

My gaze drops lower to the impressive bulge pushing out the front of his pants. Mack’s a big guy and I’m hoping that’s the case all over. Going by the feel of him, I don’t think I’m going to be disappointed.

He toes off his boots. His hand hovers over the fly of his jeans and my breath catches in my throat. Despite just coming hard only minutes ago, need still pulses strongly within me.

Something like a moan escapes me when he undoes his pants and shoves the jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion. His dick springs out and up, the rosy tip glistening enticingly. I swipe my tongue over my lips as the urge to take him into my mouth sends me staggering over to him.

Mack watches me approach, his face drawn tight with want. He skims a hand over my head, his fingers briefly cupping my cheek as his thumb teases my mouth, pulling my lower lip down.

I slip my tongue out, licking at his hard thumb. I moan when he slides it into my mouth and presses down. Wrapping my lips around it, I suck and run my tongue over the hard callous on the pad of his thumb.

Muddy green eyes are fixed on my lips as I suck on his thumb. His other hand grips his dick, moving in slow strokes mimicking the sucking pull of my mouth.

Releasing his thumb with a wet pop, I hold his gaze as I lower my mouth to his dick and lick the shiny tip like one would a lollipop. His salty essence takes over my tastebuds and a happy moan leaves my lips before I engulf his entire cockhead and suck it into my mouth.

Gasping, Mack arches his hips, thrusting more of his dick into my eager mouth. I slurp on his thick shaft, opening my mouth wide to get as much of him in as I can. What I can’t take, I grasp with my hand and pull and plump in time with the suction of my lips.

His thick cockhead rams the back of my throat, momentarily gagging me before I pull back and suck in a desperate gulp of air through my nose. I take care to grab his hip in an effort for more control over his movements and then go to town on his dick. Drool escapes from the corners of my mouth as I slurp and swallow Mack down.

Mack’s fingers slide through my loose hair, his hands holding my head as he fucks my mouth.

The male scent and taste of him fill my senses as my juices turn the crotch of my jeans into a soggy mess.

His fingers tighten painfully in my hair. Pulling his dick from my mouth, Mack’s eyes blaze with heat as he stares down at me. “Where’s that condom at?” he rasps.

My hand goes to my back pocket even as I know it’s not there. “Shoot!”