Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“Those lips are mine, baby. Promise me you’ll never let anyone touch them.”
“I promise.”
“Good,” he says standing. “Because I would fucking kill them.”
I smile.
There he is.
There’s my man.
I’M STANDING UNDER the shower, letting the warm water wash away my anxiety while Jagger is out there making more calls. My chest clenches knowing he has to leave and knowing I can’t change it. I hate that. I really do. I wash my body, running my soapy hands over every inch of flesh. I finish up and get out of the shower just as Jagger walks in. His eyes trail down over my body, and he snakes his tongue out over his bottom lip. Oh, my, my, my.
He steps forward and grips my hips, then leans down to lick a droplet of water off my neck. I whimper and press myself to him. His clothes soak up the water on my body in seconds. I grind against him. We don’t have long, and I need him again. I’ve already had him so many times in the last few days, to the point there is a dull ache between my legs, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t know when I’ll see him again. I don’t know when I’ll feel him moving inside me again. Part of me fears it will be never.
“Baby, again?”
“Once more, Jagger. Please.”
Jagger takes my hips and lifts me, depositing me on the bench beside the sink. He drops to his knees and spreads my legs wide. I feel a flush creep up my cheeks as his eyes rake over my exposed pussy. He leans in and rubs a thumb over my clit, stroking it up and down.
“You’re red, I know you’re sore.”
“Please,” I whimper. “I don’t care.”
“Baby ...”
“Jagger!”
He leans in and touches the tip of his tongue to my clit, I groan and arch my hips up off the bench, using my hands to steady myself. He curls his fingers into my hips and drives his tongue in deeper, sliding it up and down my painful but wet flesh. I groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure shoot through me. I want the pleasure too much to care about the pain. When I tip over the edge with a cry, Jagger is up and yanking down his jeans before my eyes open.
I’m still shuddering when he plunges inside me, and, instantly, I cum again. I cry out as a sharp sting of pain shoots through me and almost enhances my orgasm. The pleasure subsides and the pain increases, and I know I’ve probably pushed it too far, but it was worth every single second.
“Baby ...” he groans. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
He’s still moving his hips softly, but when I nod, he stops. Without so much as a second thought. I feel awful as I stare down at his cock. He’s hard, red, and throbbing. I slip off the bench and drop to my knees, taking him in my hands and running my tongue over his head. I taste myself on him, and it’s quite erotic. Jagger groans and jerk his hips, pushing himself farther into my mouth. I whimper and take him deeper, letting him thrust into my mouth. When he pulls out and grips his cock tightly, I peer up at him, confused.
“I want to cum on you, to leave my mark on your body for you to remember.”
“Do it,” I whisper, licking my lips.
He lets his cock go and jerks it a few times, and then he is spurting hot and hard across my chest. I watch as strand after strand of cum coats my skin and begin trickling down my chest. Oh god, that’s so fucking hot. Jagger groans, and his hand works the last of the liquid from his cock, then he pulls his jeans up and drops to his knees in front of me. He swipes a drop of cum off my chest and brings it to my mouth.
“Suck,” he orders.
I open my mouth and let him slip his finger inside. I suck his finger slowly, tasting him and loving every second of it. His growl of satisfaction makes my chest explode with lust once more.
“So fucking perfect with that mouth.”
I smile and stare down at my chest. “Apparently.”
“Come on. You have to shower again.”
He stands and opens the shower door, turning it on. I step in quickly and wash myself off, watching it slide down my body and then disappear down the drain. I turn to get out only to slam into Jagger’s bare chest. He wraps his arms around me and pushes me back against the wall, pressing his lips to my temple.
“I’m goin’ to fuckin’ miss you, baby.”
I bury my face into his chest and breathe him in. The scent of his skin, the way his body feels against mine, I want to remember it all. “I’ll miss you too, Jagger.”