Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Fuck yes.
It was just as perfect as the rest of him.
I grabbed hold, emboldened by his soft groan and softer, “Honey.”
I licked the tip, I stroked the shaft with my hand, I lifted my eyes to his burning ones, and once our gazes caught, I deep throated him.
That groan was so powerful, I could feel it in my mouth.
The wet between my legs got a whole lot wetter.
Better, his head fell back and the muscles in his neck tensed, veins popping out.
Oh yeah.
Giving head to Eric was gonna rock.
I sucked and bobbed and stroked, and sometimes gave myself a break to lick.
I was into it. I was feeling it. The low, sexy noises Eric made told me he was definitely feeling it. I loved how his big, strong body grew more and more tense around me. I loved what I was giving him, I loved how much he liked it, and I loved that he was all out there showing he did.
So I was squirming and wet and way getting off on what I was doing.
And then I wasn’t doing it anymore.
I’d been pulled up his body, rolled…
In one blink, my panties were gone.
In the next, Eric rolled back, taking me with him, pulling me up, up and up, until I had to sit up or I’d go through the wall.
And once I did, I was sitting on his face, his hands at my hips bearing me down, and he was eating me out.
Yes!
“Oh God, baby,” I whispered, my head falling back.
Men could be bad at this. Sloppy. Lazy. Going through the motions in hopes of getting the same in return.
Eric, my astonishing overachiever, strove for greatness, and make no mistake, he attained it.
He pulled me just off his mouth before he ordered roughly, “Lose the nightie, Jessie.”
I broke records ripping off my nightie.
He kept bossing. “Now ride my mouth, honey.”
I glided back down and gladly did what I was told while he licked and sucked and sometimes scraped.
The orgasm he was building wasn’t flirting with me. This was no tease. It was ready to rumble.
But after a hard suck of my clit, it suddenly started to bolt in, and like he felt it coming, I was off Eric’s face and on my back in bed.
No!
“Baby,” I begged as Eric got off the bed.
“Condom,” he grunted.
I watched him yank off his briefs.
I went still.
Man.
I’d been soooooooo right.
His ass was insane.
“Clean,” I panted, pushing up to sitting. “The pill,” I finished.
He turned to me, his cargos in his hands. “You trust me?”
“Do you trust me?” I asked back.
“This is a big step, honey,” he said gently.
“I want only you,” I replied, and those words were husky with feeling, and not simply the feeling that I wanted him to make me come ASAFP.
In an instant, my Mr. Smooth Move executed another one.
Because he’d entered the bed hooking my leg behind the knee, pulling it up at his side, forcing me back down on the bed at the same time covering me, and I felt his cock catch between my legs.
“Fuck you’re wet,” he murmured gruffly.
“Is that surprising?” I asked.
He grinned, wicked and wolfish. “No.”
He gave me that grin, but he didn’t move.
Seriously?
“Eric, are you gonna tease me forever or…ooooooh!”
My last was because he glided in, slow and steady and so, so deep.
He kept going until he was in to the hilt, and I was full of him.
It took me a second to accommodate his thickness (also, it must be noted, his length). I enjoyed that second thoroughly and only opened my eyes after I realized I’d closed them, but more importantly, he wasn’t moving.
When I did, I saw he was watching me.
I was about to tell him to stop messing around.
I didn’t get a chance.
Because he whispered, “Christ, Jessie. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
It happened then.
That was when I knew it was over.
I was done.
We could have unprotected sex not only because I was on birth control and I trusted that he was safe, but because he was the only man I was ever going to sleep with again.
I was in love with him.
And yes, as time went by, I would continue to fall deeper and deeper into that state.
I wanted to get a cat with him (and then maybe a dog).
I wanted to live with him.
I wanted to have babies with him.
And, if he insisted, I was going to marry him (though, he’d have to put up with a black wedding dress, no DJ, no dancing, no toasts, none of that traditional shit (however, I could do flowers), just him, me, a ceremony, lots of food and drink and a big party…because I was me and that was the only way I’d do it).
I didn’t know how he knew where I was in my head. Perhaps it was the tears I felt shimmering in my eyes.