Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“I’m your personal slut,” I cry. “I’m your—”
But then I can’t say anything as he brings his tongue to my clit and absolutely attacks it.
He doesn’t tease me or warm me up.
I think he’s too lost in his animal need for that.
He flicks his tongue up and down and around my enflamed clit like he’s trying to lick it off of my sex.
I can’t even touch my breasts anymore.
All I can do is grab the sheet in bunches and vibrate against him, my hips twitching as though invisible hands are guiding the movement, withering and gyrating against his mouth.
Orgiastic heat blares through me with deafening speed, making it impossible to think anxious thoughts, making it impossible to second-guess myself and feel self-doubt.
Suddenly all the tension inside my pussy erupts and I feel everything surging out of me, the wetness of the orgasm flooded onto his tongue and his mouth.
He growls as he takes all of it, gripping my thighs and yanking me toward him like he can’t get enough of my absolutely drenched pussy.
He licks somehow faster, my clit singing out endless songs of ecstasy, my hole fluttering.
Quivering moans rise into the air, high-pitched and carefree, the sort of moans I never would’ve believed I could make before I met Jamie.
I squeeze my thighs together around his head, not stopping to question if I’m overstepping the mark or making a fool of myself or any of that self-hate.
I just do it, I just squeeze and trap his head right next to my pulsing center, desperate for him to keep licking and never take his fire-laced tongue away from me for any reason at all.
He slides his hands around my thighs and grabs my ass cheeks as the last of the orgasm surges out of me, making growling noises like a predator devouring a meal he’s been hunting for a long time.
I lie back, panting, letting my legs go slack as I sink onto the silk sheets.
Jamie rears up and leans over me, more sweat flecking his muscular chest and neck, his lips glistening with my wetness.
“Taste yourself,” he snarls, climbing onto the bed so that his hard body grazes against my soft one, and yet even now anxiety doesn’t lance into the moment.
You can do it, a voice screams inside of me, doing a crazy happy dance and relishing the moment.
Oh my God, maybe I actually can do this.
I want it.
And the only thing standing in my way is me.
“Taste how fucking sweet and tangy you are.”
He brings his lips to mine and I open my mouth, meeting him in a conflagration of a kiss, my own juices swirling around my mouth.
His cock bobs heavily and hot precome strokes up my inner thigh.
I wrap my arms around him and dig my fingernails into the broad muscled landscape of his back, feeling how tense he is, as though any moment he’s going to really lose control and just maul me like the animal he is.
He leans back, breaking off the kiss, staring at me with a look I recognize.
It takes me a half-breath to realize from where, and when I do my body floods with so much wet tension I think I’m just going to shiver into another orgasm from his gaze alone.
It’s the look he used to get before an MMA fight, everything in him turning primal and savage, the look of a man who knows what he has to do and is going to do it with wild reckless intensity.
Is he going to unleash on me as violently and animalistic as he did when he knocked out Tyron Kirkenwell in under fifteen seconds?
Is he going to dominate me like I’m his opponent, take what he needs?
Yes.
My body aches for him.
“I need to be inside of you,” he rumbles. “I need to feel that tight virgin slit. Beg me to fuck you, Jade. Fucking beg me.”
“Please,” I whimper, shifting against his engorged cock, taking the same courage that rose up inside of me when I trapped his head just now with my thighs when I swallowed his seed.
I don’t have to be the shy girl anymore.
Not with Jamie.
Not with my man.
“Please,” I cry now, voice getting louder, more insistent. “Please fuck me, Jamie. Please, oh, God, please put that big cock in my—”
“Aargh,” he roars, arching his back and pushing his cock inside of me in one fluid motion.
I gasp as suddenly my world becomes the tension between my thighs, his ten inch length sliding into me.
My hole expands and expands, but still his cock pushes urgently, as though there’s not going to be enough room.
He pauses when he’s buried up to his hilt inside of me, watching me with fascinated eyes.
At least they look fascinated to me.
It’s hard to tell when tears of pleasure and shock are clouding my vision, everything in me focused on the electric intensity between my legs.