Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Jace.” His name slips from my lips on a quiet cry when he stops.
“You’ll get my fingers back.” He sits up and tugs my shirt off over my head, making me suddenly aware of just how bright it is in our room, even with the blinds closed. “I want to see all of you while I get you off.” His hands band around my wrists, holding them prisoner at my sides when I try to cover up, and heat from his gaze roams over my chest and belly. “I think you get that I’m obsessed with your body.” He lifts his hips into mine. “Feel how fucking hard I am? Do you know how many times I’ve got myself off just thinking about you?”
Heart pounding, I search his eyes for a lie but don’t see one. The idea that he’s attracted to me is still something I can’t truly comprehend, but it’s obvious he is. I can see it in his gaze, feel it between my legs, and tell by the way he’s holding himself so still, like he’s afraid I’ll deny him his favorite treat.
“Okay,” I whisper, and when his hold on my wrists eases, I place my hands on the tops of my thighs and wait to see what he’ll do next.
“Good girl.” Fingers slide across my stomach, making my muscles twitch, then they move to my breasts, and his eyes follow as he circles my nipples, making them impossibly harder. When he sits up and nips one then the other, it’s a miracle I’m able to keep quiet. My body is literally on fire. My nerve endings are shot, and I’m a sopping-wet mess.
I roll my hips against his, and he grabs my ass, holding me down on his erection, not allowing me to move as he takes full advantage of our position. I wouldn’t think it’d be possible to orgasm from having my nipples sucked, licked, and nibbled on, but my vision starts to go blurry, and my insides contract, but that release I need seems to be just out of reach.
“Jace.” I tug at his hair, not above begging at this point, and he looks at me.
“Jesus.” He moves his hand around my back, then slides it up into my hair, pulling my face down to his. When our mouths lock together, he rolls me to my back and settles between my legs. This new position is one I could get used to, and I take full advantage.
My hands roam over his warm, smooth skin and then down the back of his boxers before sliding around so I can wrap him in my fist. He’s so hard that he feels like steel, and my hips lift into his, wanting—no, needing—to feel all of him inside me.
“Oh God,” I moan against his mouth when he slides the lace of my panties to the side and he circles my clit, groaning. I come in an instant, my pussy pulsing in tandem with my heartbeat, still seeking more.
“I should clean up this mess I made,” he whispers against my lips, and I blink, trying to clear the haze of desire, not sure what he’s talking about. Then he pulls from my grasp and works his way down my body with open-mouthed kisses, taking my panties off and tossing them to the floor. Then his big shoulders shove my legs apart, and his mouth is on me with an almost animalistic growl.
Pressing my head back into the pillow, I close my eyes and latch onto his hair while his fingers dig into my flesh, holding me open so he can devour me. Just when I’m unsure I’ll be able to take any more, he slides two thick fingers inside me and pulls my clit into his mouth.
I come again, biting my lip so hard I taste blood, and the orgasm is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My entire body tingles, my thighs shake, and I swear I black out. His warm lips kissing my belly draws me back to reality, and my lashes flutter open as he crawls up my body. His mouth covers mine before he rolls so that I’m straddling his waist once more. Breath hitching, I take in our new position and look down at him, wondering when and how he got out of his boxers without me noticing.
“Grab a condom out of my wallet in the drawer,” he orders gruffly, grabbing my hips, and even boneless from the two orgasms I had, I find the strength to lean over and do as he asked.
Handing him the condom, I lean back and watch him rip it open and slide it down over the angry-looking head and length, feeling a little panicked about the size of him. He’s huge, and that’s not an exaggeration. Not only is he long, but he’s thick.