Black Ice Read Online Tiana Laveen

Categories Genre: Crime, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 119935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
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The sound of running water stopped and Jack soon walked out with a beige towel secured around his waist. She licked her lower lip as she eyed his muscular arms, wide chest covered with slick, dark hair, and well-defined abdominal muscles. He was in incredible shape, and her pussy moistened at the sight of him.

His hair was damp, and she liked how he ran his fingers through it, tussling it before he approached a dresser where the plastic drugstore bag lay, filled with the items they’d purchased on the drive back home. She felt something she hadn’t in a long time: butterflies.

Jack placed a couple of condoms on the nightstand, a small bottle of baby oil, and a bottle of lubricant. Everything he did was so matter-of-fact—no fuss. Fluid motions that seemed like routine. Oddly, that turned her on. She scrolled the song list, pressed play, and set the remote control down on her side of the bed. As Deep Blue Something’s, ‘Breakfast At Tiffany’s’ played crisp and clear, the sound filling the room, she lay back against the pillow and ran her fingertips along her collarbone, letting out a ragged exhale when he dropped the towel.

She ogled the magnificent monster between his legs, and her mouth watered, as did everything else.

Thick. Tremendously long. Heavily veined. Semi-erect. A deeper hue than the rest of him… It was divine.

His dense, dark pubic hair couldn’t hide how glorious his package was. She was thankful to get overnight shipping…

Jack grabbed the bottle of baby oil and popped the lid open. Setting it back down, he kneeled on the bed beside her. She looked into his eyes, her entire body heating as he loosened her towel and let it slip down to her waist. New sensations journeyed through her body when he kissed her neck, traced a finger down the center of her chest, and softly ran the pad of his thumb along her sensitive breasts. Bending down, he drew on each nipple, hardening the nubs. Without a word, he made a twirly motion with his finger, indicating for her to turn around and lie on her stomach. Setting the towel on the floor, she did as he asked, her chin atop her folded hands as she relaxed on a pillow on the enormous bed.

The bed shifted, and the butterflies took flight. He straddled her, resting some of his weight on her ass. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him pouring some oil into his hands, then rubbing his palms together. Big, warm hands began to massage her shoulders, slow and easy. Releasing the tension with deep strokes. She sighed and melted into his touch.

“Oh man, that feels good,” she slurred. “You’re good with your hands.”

The way the man touched her made her tingle all over, down to her core. He went over her entire back, working out the kinks and loosening the tight muscles like a pro, taking her relaxation to a whole other level. Made her putty in his hands. She reached a level of peace she never imagined possible, while her inhibitions flew away.

It was like being under a wintry spell, an enchanting trance. He touched and kissed up and down her spine, making her crave him more and more. A sound she couldn’t control left her quivering lips when he reached her hips. His hair brushed against her ass, assailing her senses. He gripped her ass cheeks with both hands, then kissed her right butt cheek.

He slipped his hand between her thighs and torturously stroked her pussy, exploring the entrance yet never delving in. He pressed his weight against her, like a human cape over her form. His soft, wet beard tickled the back of her neck as he layered her body with kiss after kiss. Sixpence None The Richer’s, ‘Kiss Me’ was playing now, sending her into a sensual tailspin.

Reaching for her hand, he raised her arm up over the soft white sheets. His pelvis was flush against her ass and she instinctively opened her legs, allowing him more access to her treasures.

Jack’s earthy, deep breathing mingled with the heat of their bodies. The scent of his clean physique, the pine, cigars and turpentine blended with her Estee Lauder perfume and floral soap scent. She braced herself as his arms reached around her center, pulling her away from the bed and flipping her flat on her back. He did so with great ease, as if moving her frame was no harder than blowing a kiss into the air. Kneeling before her, he fondled his now fully erect dick. It stood at attention, and she saluted it with a slide of her tongue along her upper lip.

“Shit!” she cried when he yanked her down to the middle of the bed.

A forest of beard hair, his breaths, and the pressure from the tip of his nose pushing against her pussy drove her to distraction as he nestled between her thighs. She shivered when he looked into her eyes. He lifted his head up a bit, just enough for her to see his mouth and long tongue as he worked it, folding it, making it taut like a pointer, then wagging it, using all the tricks in the book.


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