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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His eyes bore into her as choppy breaths escaped his lips. Their eager hands roamed over each other until all clothing was shed, cast aside and forgotten. Slipping his arm beneath her waist, he hoisted her up, bringing her flush against him as if they were one body, not two. She could barely make out the music playing in the truck, but it had a slow, calming beat she relished.

Jack slipped his fingers between her thighs, fondling the outline and inner creases of her love. She gyrated her hips as he slipped the pad of his thumb against her clit and gave it gentle strokes. Breaking the chain of pleasure, he raised his hand and tasted her on his fingers before returning it to her pussy, this time working it at a faster pace.

He kissed her again. Their tongues glided against one another, and her nipples hardened as he began to thrust against her, simulating a good, hard fucking.

Why did he bring me here tonight? This exact place? This spot? This was eating at her for some reason, the desire to know his thoughts, the mental ingredients to his heart’s recipe, the way his mind worked when it came to her…

She reluctantly pulled away from his kiss, cradled his face between her palms, and looked him in the eyes.

“Baby, why’d you feel it so important to bring me here? This could have happened at your home.”

Frowning, eyes narrowed, he cocked his head ever so slightly, as if he didn’t understand the question.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, honey. I do… I needed this… it’s just… I don’t know. It’s surprising.”

“It’s not really that surprising.” He shrugged. “You’ve told me several times you wanted to see the Northern Lights from a good spot. You uh…” He looked away and scratched his shoulder, then looked back into her eyes. “You had a hard night,” he said, gently caressing the side of her face. “I wanted to make you happy…”

Blinking back her emotions, she embraced him and showered him with kisses. Their breathing echoed tenfold, in stereo, inside the small enclosure. They rolled around, laughing, joking, pinching and kissing. For a short while, she was free. She had no pain. No responsibilities. No uncertainties. She wandered down his strapping body, tracing his hairy chest with the tip of her tongue. He watched as she twirled her tongue along his nipple, then sucked it. Toying with him.

He arched a brow. “Hey, I don’t like that. Stop it.” he said. He chuckled, making her laugh, too.

Drawing serious again, she drifted lower and lower to his navel. Black, downy hair covered his abdomen, pubic area, and upper thighs. Her eyes scanned the prize—the star of his show.

That magnificent dick.

Clasping the base with both hands, she stroked him in an up-and-down motion. Jack tilted his head back, deep moans escaping his lips. Taking the thick head into her mouth, she began to suck and lick, tease and toy with him. The smooth heaviness of his cock gliding along her tongue made her pussy clasp and gush. The smell of him. The sound of him… It was all too much. An orchestra of testosterone. She stroked his balls with one hand and enveloped more of him into her mouth with determination and vigor.

It wasn’t long before she felt the pressure of his palm against the back of her head, pushing her further down to take more of him inside her mouth.

“Uhhh… baby…” He panted, his hips propelling and pumping.

She slurped and gagged on his generous inches. A buffet of slippery, delicious manly flesh. When it got too much, she paused, coughing, sputtering, eyes watering, yet determined to get the job done. Never giving up.

Tossing her hair over one shoulder, she began her descent down the shaft again, taking as much of his sword into her mouth as she possibly could. He roughly played with her hair, running his fingers through the messy strands as his hips bucked, briskly fucking her open mouth. Her throat felt raw and strained as her saliva dripped down his pumping shaft.

At last, he stiffened and velvety liquor flooded her mouth. His groans filled the tent as he came hard and she swallowed all the silky essence, relishing every milky drop. Giving a final shallow thrust, he relaxed against the blanket bunched beneath him.

All she could hear was his shallow breaths. All she could see was his hard chest rising and falling, slower and slower. His eyes were now closed, and he appeared in need of rest. She wondered what he dreamed of at night? What he saw when the world was quiet, and he was deep in a restful sleep. Perhaps Jack never really slept well at all. She knew a little something about that.

They lay quiet for a while, being together and also apart. Experiencing a special intimacy that was divided and multiplied by a spiritual connection neither of them were prepared for. She suddenly realized he was in tune with her in a way she never imagined fathomable. She curled up against him, content to just have the silence. The peace.


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