Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
She’s teasing, but I hear the jealousy in every word, even if she thinks she’s hiding it.
And I’m not gonna lie, it turns me on.
The way she told Tawny-Ann to back off.
It got me hard.
Crossing the room, I drop to my knees in front of her. I part her legs, and the glimpse of her tiny underwear sends a wave of excitement straight to my cock.
“Does that make you jealous?” I ask, sliding my hands along the golden skin of her thighs until they meet the damp fabric of her panties. She trembles beneath my touch and bites down on her lip, her eyes heavy and hooded. “Thinking about me with the club girls in my bed, thinking about my cock being inside someone else?”
I don’t give her a chance to reply, I yank her closer so I’m encased in her thighs.
She drapes her arms over my shoulders. Her face is stiff. Her eyebrow still raised.
“No, it doesn’t.”
She’s lying.
She’s jealous as hell.
But in a weird, warped way, it’s turning her on.
She licks her lips, her eyes hooded. “Tell me what you do to them?”
I pull away to peel her panties down her legs, stopping to kiss the firm flesh of her inner thighs.
“Well, it depends whether they want it hard and fast…” I ease her panties off her legs and discard them, looking up at her as I add, “… or if they want it deep and slow.”
Her lips part as I work my way back up her leg with my hands, followed closely by my tongue.
She shivers beneath me and arches her back.
When my face is between her thighs, I slide my tongue through her wet folds, and she moans, tangling her fingers through my hair. She tastes good, and I want to take my time eating her pussy, but I’ve been wanting her all night, and waiting any longer to be inside her might fucking kill me.
Standing, I pull off my t-shirt and shove off my jeans, then push her back on the bed and crawl over her.
My cock is heavy and hard and drags along her stomach.
“What I want to know is how you want me to fuck you.”
She leans up. Her lips brush my ear. “I want you to fuck me like you fuck your club girls. Hard and fast, then deep and slow.”
I turn to kiss her. “See, there’s the problem,” I say between kisses. “I don’t fuck club girls.”
She stalls, and her eyes narrow. “Bullshit.”
I kiss her jaw, her throat, and the soft area behind her ear then back to her lips again. “I don’t have any reason to lie to you.”
“What about that blonde with big boobs and legs for miles? Tits and ass girl.”
I grin against her lips. “Even Tits and Ass girl.”
I try to kiss her again, but she’s preoccupied.
“I don’t know how good you are at reading women, but she looks at you like you’re a tall glass of water and hasn’t had a drink for days, and you’re telling me you haven’t gone there with her?”
My lips find her neck. “I didn’t pay any attention.”
“She propositioned you in front of me.”
“Did she? I didn’t notice. All I could think of was getting you in my room so you could have your way with me.”
“Given the chance, she’d climb you like a tree.”
“If you haven’t noticed, the only person trying to climb anything is me. Have you seen what you do to me?”
We both look down at my cock grazing her belly.
I lift my head to kiss her again, but she puts a palm on my chest to stop me. “Admit she wants you.”
I grin at her, loving this display of possessiveness. “Admit you’re jealous,” I tease.
“I will do no such thing!”
“Then I admit nothing.”
“Fine.” She snaps her lips closed.
Fuck, she’s cute.
“You think you closing your mouth to me is going to stop me?” I glide my tongue over her wet lips. “You think that doesn’t make me even more determined.”
She turns her head, but I grip her chin and turn it back.
“Kiss me.”
She can’t help it. Her lips part, and with a groan, I slide my tongue in and seal my mouth over hers. I take possession, claiming it. Claiming her.
My cock flinches between us. “See what you do to me? How much I fucking want you.”
I trail a finger over her stomach and across her bare pussy, loving how her mouth parts with a sigh and her face shimmers with the obvious pleasure she can’t hide from me.
I find the slippery nub of nerves and begin to torture it with my finger, tormenting it with maddening circles until it’s engorged and swollen, and she’s stirring on the bed.
Beneath me, she fights the sensations coursing through her because she has a point to prove. But it’s a losing battle, and she writhes restlessly, her body betraying her arousal, and when I slide one finger into her, a strangled gasp gets lost in her throat.