Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
It was JT. My Frog. And whether I wanted to or not, whether it was wise or not, deep down, I knew he’d take care of me.
“Do you know how much this happy trail turns me on?” he growled hoarsely, rubbing his nose into the coarse hair on my stomach. “Always has. It’s amazing I didn’t trip over my own feet anytime we were in the locker room together.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp the way my brother Alden had advised me years ago.
“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but the way to his dick is through his scalp. Do you have any idea how many shampoo boners I see on a daily basis?”
I lifted my knees and arched up in hopes of sending JT the dick-sucking message.
“Stop being bossy,” he mumbled before dipping his tongue into my belly button. “Patience, baby.”
I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off when I happened to catch his eye. He winked at me, clearly baiting me deliberately. I groaned again and looked at the ceiling before covering my face with both hands and screaming my frustration into them.
But my screams cut off abruptly when JT’s mouth took hot, wet hold of my cock and sucked it down.
“Fucking fuck!” I broke the no-talking rule, but just for a second. As soon as his tongue joined the party, all I had left in my vocal cords were little mewling sounds.
He was talented enough to make me regret the years I’d let pass. Why hadn’t I kept him here, chained to Honeybridge, Maine, if for no other reason than to fellate me on a regular basis?
He sucked me to the brink of release and then promptly pulled off, shoving my thighs in the air to move his hot mouth down to my hole again.
I bit the back of my hand to keep from swallowing my tongue. The scrape of his scruff against my thighs felt incredible. I wanted every part of him, everywhere. On me, around me, inside of me.
My head buzzed with the knowledge I wasn’t going to last. I was going to come before JT even got the condom on, and I’d have yet another experience of what it was like to come without JT’s dick in my ass.
No fucking way.
I reached down and palmed his forehead, shoving it away from me and giving his glassy eyes the most desperate puppy-dog face I could manage.
He lunged up and smashed my mouth with his, bringing with him the taste of my precum and everything else he’d had his mouth on. It was dirty as fuck, and it made me even more light-headed. JT was covered in the scent of sex with me.
The thought made me heady. It would have made me harder if that had been possible.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured in my ear, nipping at the lobe and then the tender skin below. “Let me have you. Please. I’ve waited so long for this.”
Hadn’t I already told him yes like a million times? Hadn’t I begged him with my voice and my body? Hadn’t I—ohmyfuckinggod…
JT’s fingers found my hole and brushed it firmly with slick lube before plunging one inside. I sputtered out something that wasn’t even a word but meant some kind of combination of oh hell yes and will your finger please marry my ass but probably sounded more like murpfh, because I was suave like that.
My body was covered in sweat as I writhed beneath him. His lips stayed close enough to my ear to murmur words of reassurance and encouragement. Shh, you’re doing so good, you’re so fucking tight, so hot, you drive me insane, that’s it, my Firecracker, just like that…
“Please,” I finally croaked. If he made me wait any longer, I was going to actually cry.
When he finally knelt back on his heels to suit up, I examined his beautiful body. His chest hair was plastered to his skin with sweat, the previously well-styled hair on his head was all over the place from my grasping fingers, and his abs were flexed into faint squares as he struggled to get the condom on.
JT met my eyes, and his face morphed into a killer grin, the kind that made my heart literally fling itself against the front of my rib cage.
You are everything I’ve ever wanted and can never have.
When he leaned back down to line himself up at the entrance to my body, I watched his face, trying to imprint this fleeting moment into my permanent mental hard drive. As soon as he began pressing inside of me, I hissed in welcome, but he misinterpreted the sound.
“Baby? Too much?”
I shook my head frantically and grabbed at his hips to pull him closer, faster, harder. Not enough. Never ever enough.