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)
I hold my breath.
“You say stop, I’ll stop.”
He slides in a little, and I whimper. A stretching, burning sensation washes over me, and I shift uncomfortably. He continues working my clit, rubbing and pinching until I’m gasping with need. He pushes in a little further and a feeling of fullness washes through me. Then, with one more gentle thrust, he’s inside me. I cry out, pain shoots through my body, and the feeling isn’t something I think I’ll enjoy.
“It’ll get better.”
He continues playing with my clit, working me in a way that takes the pressure off. When I feel myself racing toward orgasm again, he begins to slowly move. The feeling is very different, not quite as pleasurable, but very erotic all the same. He’s gentle with me, rocking his hips in a perfectly slow motion while he rubs my clit with his fingers. He wraps an arm around my waist and thrusts his hips a little deeper.
“Fuck, this won’t last long, baby. Cum for me.”
His movements become a little more precise, and I’m so close, God, I’m so close. He quickens, and I tip over the edge. I cry out as an orgasm tears through me, the feeling is quite sensational, and very different to a vaginal orgasm. It feels amazing all the same. Jagger growls, and I can feel every pulse of his cock as he releases inside my body.
My legs are jelly by the time he slows down and pulls back a little.
“You okay?”
He’s supporting me with his arm still around my waist and my legs refuse to work. I’m comfortably numb and loving it. Pulling out fully, he scoops me up and carries me out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me and putting me down onto the bed. He strokes a thumb over my mouth, his eyes so intense it’s hard to look away.
“You good?” he asks again.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Are you sore?”
“A little,” I admit. “But, I liked it.”
He pulls back and looks down at me. “You did?”
“Yeah, it was different.”
He smiles and strokes my cheek. “Ready for the rest of your surprise?”
I reach up and swipe a thick piece of dark hair from his eyes. “Anything you have for me, I’m ready for.”
He stands and looks lovingly down at me, and then he tosses me some clothes. “Get dressed.”
I raise my brows. “We’re going out? Is it safe?”
“It is. Trust me. Come on.”
I grin and get dressed. Then I run a brush through my hair and put it up in a messy bun. When Jagger’s dressed too, I follow him out the front door and over to the main complex. He leads me around the back, and I’m confused for a moment, until we step onto the tennis court that sits abandoned behind this house. It has been lit up with a bunch of party lights and in the middle is a beautiful, round dance floor. It’s wooden and a perfect circle. It’s surrounded by flowers and pretty lights. It reminds me of something you would see at a prom for the king and queen to dance on.
“We’re dancing?” I whisper.
“We’re dancing, baby, just me and you.”
I swallow and my heart clenches. It’s so beautiful, so romantic, and so perfect. Jagger takes my hand and leads me over to the dance floor, and we walk up the few steps. When we’re standing in the middle, I look around. Truly magical. The night is clear and warm, there’s soft music playing in the background and we’re alone.
“How’d you do this?” I whisper.
“Rusty and Bull helped me out.”
I look up at him. “Your gang members helped with you with a romantic gesture?”
“Shhh.” He grins. “Don’t go ruinin’ my reputation. Will you dance with me?”
“I’d love to.”
A song plays softly on the stereo, and I melt. Jagger wraps me in his arms, and I slide my hands up around his neck. Gently he begins to sway us, our bodies moving softly to the music. His eyes never leave mine. It’s that perfectly beautiful moment that makes everything okay again. It’s the moment that makes all bad things good. It’s that moment that makes us who we are. It’s the moment that just changes everything. It makes me want to keep going, to keep fighting. It makes the distance easier. It just is, that moment.
“You did all this for me?” I ask, my fingers twirling the hair at the base of his neck.
“I’d do anything for you, Willow. Anything.”
He lets me go, and I’m confused for a moment, then he drops to his knees. My eyes widen and tears burst forth and roll down my cheeks. He reaches up and takes my hand, and then he pulls a tiny ring out of his shirt pocket. It’s perfect, beautiful, and when he holds it toward me, I gasp and sob all at the same time.