Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I sit back in awe to look at him.
“Olivia?” he says.
I shake my head. “Damn, Jason.”
He puts a hand to his chest and runs it across his abs. “What is it?”
I swallow roughly. “Uh, you are… wow… I don’t even know how to describe it.”
He puffs out his chest proudly. “Thanks. I’ve been working out a lot.”
I reach out a hand and touch him timidly. “I can tell.”
When my palm rests against his chest, he sucks in a breath. He fumbles around and reaches for my shirt. Gruffly, he asks, “Can I take this off?”
“Yeah,” I whisper to him but just as soon as he reaches for me, I grab his hand. “Listen, uh, I should probably tell you something. I mean, you may have already figured it out, but I’m bigger… you know?”
He scrunches up his nose. “And you think that’s going to bother me?”
I laugh. “Really? I’m not talking about my breasts, I’m just telling you that I know you’re probably used to smaller women, and I’m not small.” I look down where I’m straddling his lap. “I mean, I’m sitting on you so you probably already know this. Geez, Olivia, shut up.”
He starts to laugh. His hands go to my hips, and his fingers dig into me. “I like that you’re curvy, if that’s what you’re talking about. And if you’re worried about anything else, I think I’ve already proven to you that I am undoubtedly turned on by you. Your smell, your sound, your touch… anything YOU makes me hard, Olivia.”
I take a deep breath and let it out. I pull at the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. I then undo the snap of my bra, pull the straps off my shoulders, and drop it to the floor. “I’ve taken my bra and shirt off, Jason.”
I barely get the words out and his hands are on me. He touches and teases me until I’m gyrating on his lap, wanting more. When he leans in to suckle me, it's my undoing. I can’t take much of this.
I reach between us, scooting back so I can reach him. I grab at the button on his jeans, and he grunts.
He pulls off my nipple with a pop. “Can I take you to the bedroom?”
I’m off his lap and standing up in an instant. “Yes.”
He grabs my hand and leads me down the hall. I take in the muted room. There’s no pictures on the wall, no light at all.
When we get to the bed, he’s reaching for me. Kneeling at my feet, he’s undoing the button on my pants, and I help him get them over my hips and down my legs. I’m kicking them off as he stands back up.
He unzips his pants, and I put my hands at each side to help him take them off. His underwear comes down with them, and I about fall on my ass when I see his erect manhood standing straight up, looking at me almost angrily. It’s thick, and there’s a drop of precum at his tip. I try to fight the urge, but there’s no way. I reach out and kiss the head of his dick.
I should have warned him or given him some kind of heads up, but I didn’t. “Fuck.” He groans as his body stills in torment.
I smile as I wrap my lips around his girth and then take him down my throat. His fingers dig into my shoulders almost painfully. I move my hands to wrap around his thick thighs. There’s no way I can wrap my hands around them, but I got a hold of him to bring him and push him back as I suck on him.
His moans fill the air around us, and with each satisfied sound, I work harder to please him.
I move one hand to wrap around him, stroking him because no matter how hard I try, I can’t take him all.
“Fuck,” he says again, and I take him a little deeper.
It happens so quick, there’s no stopping it. He lifts me up and throws me onto the bed. I land on my back with a bounce. “Jason.”
“No, fuck, Liv, I’m about to blow, and when I do, I want to be inside you. Tell me you’re on the pill. I’m clean, and I don’t want anything between us.”
“I have an IUD,” I tell him.
He leans over me. “Tell me, Liv. Tell me I can come in that sweet, tight pussy.”
I grab on to the bed covers and clench them between my fingers. “Yes, yes.” I’m not sure what happened to my sweet, quiet man, but I like this side of Jason too.
I wait for him to climb on top of me and enter me in one thrust. The anticipation is killing me, but when he doesn’t, I sit up on my elbows. “Jason?”