Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
The instant my finger skims the outside of her bare pussy, my mouth fumbles from hers to confess, “Once I start, sweetheart, I won’t stop until you fucking finish.”
She heavily pants against my lips in response.
“And you know I’m a man of my word.”
Her hips anxiously rise leaving no reason to further deny myself.
Fighting my instincts to rush through the moment requires strength I didn’t even know I fucking had. The determination to give Jaye the best experience possible works double time to override the selfish nature that’s tempting me to skip exploring and get straight to handing out orgasms. Allowing my fingers to gently brush the outskirts of her wet, lower lips, tracing them, teasing them, taunting them, receives hitches in her breath.
Trembles her thighs.
Causes her to grab a handful of my tee shirt and tug me closer.
Gliding the edge of my finger around her clit in gradual circles is done next and thankfully, the response is even better than before.
Those hitches become huffs of need.
Those trembles transpose to couch shaking shudders.
And the tugs at my shirt transform into untamed scratches attached to desperate pleas, “More, baby.”
Whatever gentleman code of honor I was following is hastily tossed out the window. Dipping one finger into her soaking wet heaven elicits a loud whimper of my name but replacing one with two and curling them in tandem receives the type of moan I thought people had to pay to fucking hear. Withdrawing the dripping digits, just to harshly thrust them back inside, results in my girlfriend’s head dipping backwards.
Her back arching like its possessed.
Pussy thrumming in warning that it’s unprepared for whatever I’m capable of.
I repeat the motion again and again and again, growing more barbaric with each passing pump. Her slick muscles ceaselessly swell, sucking the pair in deeper, wildly riding them while my thumb brazenly works the slippery nub in desperate need of rubbing. I fight the urge to bury my face in her neck knowing that I don’t want to miss a single sexual offering being submitted to me yet can’t stop the craving to mark the exposed skin.
Leave behind a bite.
A hickey.
Anything that will remind her when she looks in the mirror of what our first night together was like.
Being driven by the desperation increases my speed.
Intensity.
Has me fucking her like it’s my cock as opposed to my hand and her throwing herself into every thrust like an untamed creature begging to broken.
Wanting – fuck that – needing to see the sight has me growling closer to her ear, “Let me see you come for me, sweetheart.” I give her clit the slightest bit of extra pressure. “Show me that fucking pussy’s mine now.”
There’s no holding her orgasm at bay any longer. Jaye explodes on a sharp curse and shoots upward towards the ceiling. Her muscles pulsate uncontrollably, striving to sever my fingers from the rest of my hand, while her voice quivers like every euphoric shiver is happening on a sexual sob. The combinations of feeling and seeing and hearing and fuck, even smelling, her undoing, the undoing I caused, the undoing she begged me for, has my balls tightening to the point of pain.
No. No fucking way. I’m not gonna bust a nut in my shorts from watching my girlfriend come. I fucking refuse.
Jaye struggles to catch her breath and bearing, and I arrogantly watch.
Relish in the fact I’m the reason her eyes are still hooded.
Her body still twitchy to even the gentlest touch.
Carefully removing my fingers is followed by slipping them into my mouth to taste my reward.
Her brown eyes suddenly widen in surprise yet rather than investigate the response, I simply allow her the opportunity to observe. Study the way my tongue works around them and sucks. I let her get lost in the fantasies her mind can conjure while creating my own to jerk it to later.
Just because she got hers doesn’t mean I have to get mine. I’ve never been that prick.
The freedom from my clutches makes it easier for her to roll over.
Face me.
Wrap an unexpected hand around my cock and purr, “My turn.”
On the other hand, if she’s willing to offer, who I am turn her down? What kind of shitty boyfriend would I be? However, now that we’re here, let’s just pray that I last longer than thirty seconds. What? I told you it’s been a really, really long fucking time…
Chapter 14
Jaye
You know I’ve always read in books and seen on TV that the first part of relationships is all about sex and talking and sex and talking and more sex; however, in my personal experience, that’s never quite been the case. Even when I first started dating Chris there wasn’t exactly an abundance of either. There was some talking but very little sex. We were together for three months before I finally just took the initiative to make it happen. I know. Very unlike me. But what can I say a girl has needs, too! He had a whole could take it or leave view on sex, which was interesting to me. And let me just stop you there. No. Chris wasn’t secretly gay. He just…didn’t see the high and mighty appeal of sex. At all. His focus was typically on making money or getting to people who could make him more money or his mini constructed cities. Sex was more like trips to the gym. He did it. He enjoyed it while he was there. Yet he didn’t go out of his way to add it to his schedule if it didn’t fit. I kind of think living in that frame of mind is why I’m hesitant to take the plunge with Archer. I mean what if it wasn’t Chris, ya know? What if it’s just me? What if men just don’t like sex with me? Chris wasn’t the first to not be that into me, but in my defense, the one before him was gay, and the one fling I had during that summer of high school to college was a virgin too, so his overenthusiasm could’ve just been chalked up to that. My point is…it’s been about two weeks since we first got handsy – literally – and I’m a bit nervous about his feelings changing if we start adding mouths or connecting bodies to bodies, if you catch the scene I’m typing. Right now? The man is like a fiend. One touch or rub in a naughty way, and I’m the only thing he’s focused on doing until I’m screaming to the high heavens and shaking like a wet poodle in winter. I don’t want that to change. You think it will?