Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I suck him deeply, slurping on his cock and moaning in ecstasy as his tongue swirls over my clit again and again, pushing me from one orgasm into another, and another before his cock swells up huge between my lips. And suddenly, I feel his balls tighten close to his body, and suddenly, he’s coming.
Hot, sticky cum spurts across my tongue, and I moan wildly as I swallow it down. More and more of it pumps into my mouth, making me moan as I take all of it, draining his balls down my throat until the both of us just collapse, me on top of him as we both pant for air.
We lay there for a second, just buzzing in the aftershocks of what we’ve just done before he slowly rolls us over and spins around. I gasp softly as he slides up behind me, wrapping his muscled arms around me and drawing me close to him as he nuzzles my neck. I turn my head, and when our eyes lock, I just know.
…I know everything’s different now.
He kisses me slow and deep, and I lose myself in that kiss.
Yeah, everything’s different now, and I’m ready for all of it.
13
Ramona
There’s a peace in the world—a calm, a soothing feeling of being home as I snuggle back into his arms. Around us, up to our chins, the water of the big hot tub in the backyard burbles and bubbles, steam tickling my nose. Jamison shifts, and I blush at the feel of his bare, naked body against my back—his big, strong, tattooed arms curling around me to pull me tight to him.
Damn does he feel good. Damn does this feel good, actually, as completely insane and bonkers a situation it is. I’m fully aware of the pushback in my own head. I mean, here I am cozying up—literally—with the enemy. With my nemesis. With the boy who used to make my life a torment. And I’m even more aware of how fucked up it is that I’m only doing this after I let him kiss me and put his hands on me.
…And put his mouth on me.
I blush, but even with being aware of that inner turmoil and pushback, I can’t even pretend to stop myself from pushing back into him and feeling his body ripple against my back. Just like I can’t even begin to stop myself from thinking about how freaking good this feels—like I belong right here in his arms, with the world going silent around us.
I start to open my mouth, half turning as if I’m actually going to voice how weird all of this is. But I stop myself, snapping my lips shut and half turning back.
“What was that?”
I swallow before I glance back up into his eyes.
“What was what?”
He grins. “You were about to saying something and then you didn’t.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
He chuckles, rolling his eyes.
“I think I know you better than you think I do, Ramona Weiss.”
I blush, raking my teeth over my bottom lip.
“Says you.”
“Yeah, says me,” he purrs, those eyes burning right into me. “Quiz me.”
This time, it’s me rolling my eyes. “C’mon.”
“No, I’m serious.”
I eye him, curling my tongue in my mouth curiously.
“Okay, fine, I’ll bite. What’s my favorite mov—”
“Princess Bride.”
“Yeah, when I was like eleven.”
“But it still is.”
My mouth purses shut, and part of me wants to lie and tell him how wrong he is. But the other part of me knows he’d call me out on it instantly anyways.
“Alright, whatever. It’s everyone’s favorite movie.”
He chuckles.
“Favorite food?”
“Are we counting chocolate?”
I growl as he grins smugly.
Goddamnit, get out of my head, Jamison Scott.
“Shall we keep going?”
I shrug. “You tell me, mister know-everting.”
Jamison grins. “As you wish,” he mimes in his best Cary Elwes impersonation.
“Your favorite color is blue—”
“Royal blue,” I add primly as he rolls his eyes.
“Favorite ice cream is mint chocolate chip—”
“I’m lactose intolerant.”
“Yeah but you still fucking love mint chocolate chip.”
I arch a brow at him, pursing my lips together as that smug grin creeps over his face.
“You done?”
“Aww I was just getting to the good stuff.”
“Like?”
His brows wag. “I’d say favorite sexual position, but, you know,” he winks as my face goes red. “That one would be more an educated guess, now wouldn’t it.”
My face burns hotly as I chew at my bottom lip.
“And how educated could those guesses possibly be?”
“I mean I’d be basing them on my own fantasies, so, who knows.”
I groan as the heat sears through my face, and he winks.
“You want me to keep going?”
“I think I’m good.”
He chuckles, his arms wrapping around me as his hands skim up and down my arms.
“Subject change?”
He shrugs. “Go ahead.”
“How about you?”
“Cowgirl, for sure.”
My face goes crimson, and I groan and sink down into the water as he laughs. But then, me sinking into the water also has the added motion of grinding my ass against his bare cock, and the feel of him pulsing against me has me shivering as I clear my throat.