Hot & Sticky Read online Madison Faye (Sunset Bay #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sunset Bay Series by Madison Faye
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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I lie to myself.

I tell myself I’m fine now, and that everything about today is out of my head. But I know in second that it’s bullshit, because instantly, my mind goes right back there.

…To Taylor.

I imagine her lush pink lips open and moaning in pleasure. I imagine her long, tanned legs spreading wide for me, her blonde hair tangled over her pretty face and her pert breasts thrust upwards for the tasting.

I picture spreading those thighs and sliding between them, eager for that hot little cunt. My cock throbs and thickens, swelling rock-hard as I sit there in the chair. My hand drops to it, and I grunt as I wrap a fist around my pulsing cock.

I stroke, imagining it’s her pretty mouth bobbing on my thickness. I growl, and my abs flex, and I picture gorgeous Taylor sinking down every swollen inch of my cock, her hot little barely legal pussy squeezing me and milking the cum from my balls.

My cock lurches and pulses, and suddenly, the orgasm slams into me out of nowhere. I grunt, my balls tighten, and my cum begins to spurt hot and thick from my swollen head. Hot white ropes splatter down over my hand, my balls, and my abs, making a fucking mess of me. But I just keep stroking, imagining her hot little body bouncing on my cock, coming for me and taking every fucking drop of my cum deep against her womb.

I sit back, panting, my muscles still clenching and spasming, and my thoughts still very much on Taylor Conway.

…This could be a problem.

Chapter Five

Taylor

I wake up the next day feeling something I haven’t felt in a long time.

…Happy.

I wake up smiling and grinning like an idiot, and it doesn’t take any sort of deep introspection to know why. It’s because last night, for the first time ever, a man truly and utterly swept me off my feet.

Last night, I knew wanton lust for the first time. I crashed headfirst into West Farrow, and I know without a doubt that something very serious has changed in my life. And I know there’s no going back.

I’ve been dreaming about his lips and his hands all night. I’ve been moaning at the feel of that huge thick bulge in his shorts since he pulled away from me last night. God, I mean I left the shop last night and drove back to Matt’s place. Mercifully, he was at his poker match, but I still locked my door and shoved the dresser in front of it. I did my usual sweep for hidden cameras, because I read something about them online, and Matt is exactly the sort of disgusting creep to do that.

But after that, it was just me and my fantasies of West.

I stripped, showered, and then slid naked into bed. I’ve never had a man’s hands on me, though I’ve had my own plenty of times. But this time, it felt different. This time, it was as if West’s hands were guiding mine, and showing me exactly how he’d touch me. I’ve made myself come a million times before, but it’s never even been close to how it felt last night.

Last night, the memory of West’s possessive kiss and his powerful grip had me screaming and thrashing and seeing freaking stars as I came. The replays of his fingers poised to slide into my eager pussy left me ragged and gasping for air, coming harder than I’ve ever come before.

So, yeah, that’s why I’m grinning like an idiot when I wake up.

I shower and dress quickly before I dart out of my room. Uncle Matt is passed out on the sofa in his living room with a can of beer leaking onto the floor. I wrinkle my nose and tiptoe out to start my car. I’m never excited to go to work at the Buns Out shack, but today, I am.

Today, I’m going to see West again, when he shows up this morning to put the last parts on the AC unit.

Part of me knows I’m being a silly little girl. I know my inexperience is almost certainly making this something bigger than it is. I mean, he saw a girl making eyes at him, he made a move, and I willingly let him. I’m not naïve—or at least, I’m not that naïve. It stings a bit when I think about it, but I know what the reality probably is.

West is no knight in shining armor ready to carry me away. But he is an insanely hot, growly, older guy who makes my knees weak and my panties soaked. And he makes me forget about the rest of my life right now. The creepy, disgusting uncle. The shit job. The parents who’ve always viewed me as more of a needy roommate than anything else, who moved to another country the second I graduated high school.


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