Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
‘I’m an asset?’
‘No, you’re my asset.’ He keeps his eyes right where they are, and I decide that I may as well drink in my own asset. His flawlessness still makes me salivate. ‘Would you like to hear my verdict?’ he asks.
‘I would.’
Up come his eyes and the corner of his mouth lifts. ‘I’m a very rich man.’ He rolls his chair forward and picks up my legs by my ankles, resting the soles of my feet on his shoulders. If I was laid bare before, then I have no idea what I would be now. ‘Don’t hold back on me.’ He chides me on a slight frown. He rests his palms over the tops of my feet and turns his lips onto my anklebone, the hot connection catapulting a pulse up my leg to settle deep in my core.
I small groan seeps from my mouth.
‘Push your hair over your shoulders.’ he commands quietly. I prop myself on one hand and gather my hair from my front, releasing it down my back. ‘Better. Now I can see all of my assets.’ He nips at my ankle.
I spasm.
‘Seeing you turned on, and knowing it’s me who makes you like this, is the most gratifying feeling.’ He reaches his hand out and runs his middle finger up my centre, finishing with a light pressure at the top of my clit.
My lips part and tiny, shallow breaths slip from my mouth repeatedly. I shift with the overwhelming need to clamp my legs shut.
‘Keep them open, Ava. I want to see your flesh pulsating under my touch when you come for me.’ His throaty tone spikes my want of explosion under his intense touch and equally intense eyes.
He trades one finger for two and scissors my clit slowly. My head drops back. ‘Ohhhhhhh.’ I moan. I know I’m committing a massive transgression.
‘Eyes, baby. Keep your eyes on me.’
‘I’m close.’ I whimper.
‘I know, but I’ll stop unless you get your eyes back on me. Listen to me, Ava. Show me those beautiful eyes.’
I pull my heavy head back up with a massive effort as I tremble under his touch. Our eyes lock and he increases his strokes. His lust filled greens, parted lips and relaxed body escalates my pleasure. He is still, but he is totally affected. The only movements coming from him are his fingers at my core gliding up and down, his pulsing cock and the sharp rise of his chest. And then he turns his lips onto my ankle and grazes his teeth across the surface.
I’m a goner.
I bite back a scream and push into Jesse’s shoulders with my feet as I’m assaulted from every angle by a surge of pressure that explodes and turns my body into a non-responsive mass of twitching nerves.
‘There it is,’ he breathes, kissing my foot and sliding his finger up my cleft. ‘Ava, you’re throbbing. It’s fucking perfect.’
My breasts are rising and falling, my skin clammy and my muscles are contracting harshly. He’s watching me ride out my climax, sat back with his stare firmly in place at my entrance. The appreciation in his eyes is something else. How he is managing to keep his own hands from wrapping around his iron length is beyond me. I can see it throbbing where it rests.
‘Come here.’ He puts his hands out and I take them, releasing my feet from his shoulders, my legs folding under me as I straddle his lap and hold onto the back of the chair. ‘Lift.’ He speaks quietly.
‘Condom.’ I’m panting.
‘Ava, don’t ask me to wear a condom.’ He’s almost begging.
‘Jesse, do you realise how lucky we are that I’m not already pregnant?’ I know I possibly could be, but I pray to God that I’m not, and I also know that he’s thinking it will be unlucky if I’m not. He must know that I could be – he’s robbed my pills and knows that I’ve not replaced them. This is most definitely something I’ll fight him on, the crazy man. Introducing a child into our relationship? That would qualify as beyond stupid, and we have plenty of shit to occupy ourselves with, like challenging and neurotic behaviour – except now we both probably qualify as neurotic freaks.
He shakes his head and pulls me down, positioning himself, but I tense up, trying my hardest to prevent him from entering me. He looks up at me and his eyes tell me everything I need to know. I push his hand away from under me and settle back down, minus one Jesse buried inside me. I keep my eyes on his, but they drop a little. He knows I’ve got him.
I turn and pick one of the foil packets from the box and then slide down until I’m kneeling on the floor between his thighs. He watches me rip the packet open and slide out the condom before I reach forward and gently grasp his cock, slipping it over his head and negotiating it down the full length of his shaft. We’re both silent as I crawl back up his body and position myself back on his lap.