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)
“Come here.” He grasps my hip, and I lean up on my knees as he grabs the base of his cock, holding it in position. Slowly sinking down on him, my eyes fly to his when he growls low. “How the fuck are you so tight?”
“It’s been a while.” I grab hold of his shoulders and wiggle my hips. “I think you might be too big.”
“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, and I drop my mouth to his shoulder and bite down to keep from crying out when he gets impossibly deeper. “You’re going to make me come before I’ve even gotten inside you.” He grabs my hair at the back of my head and pulls. I meet his gaze, and in one look, I can see he’s holding on by a thread. “Take me, princess.”
I press down on his lap, and my head falls back to my shoulders, a moan escaping my parted lips without permission once I’m fully impaled on his length.
“Your little pussy is so fucking hot and fucking snug, Penny.” His words sound like praise, and damn me for basking in them. He leans back, taking me with him, and our mouths find each other as my hips roll and twist against his. Between his mouth, his hands roaming and squeezing, and the feel of finally having him inside me, it’s difficult to stay focused, so I drag my mouth from his and sit up. With my hands planted firmly against his chest, I look down at where we’re joined.
Oh my God.
“You look gorgeous taking all of me.” He cups my breasts, squeezing them together. “One day, I’m going to fuck these, then I’m going to come down your throat.” My core clenches tight as the image of him doing just that fills my mind. “You like that idea?” He chuckles. “My dirty, dirty princess, show me how dirty you can be. Touch yourself. Show me how you like it.”
No way.
I shake my head, and he takes my hand and brings it to his face as he sucks two of my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. Then his eyes stay locked on mine as he places them on my clit that is overly sensitive. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming, sure I’ll wake up the whole house if I give in to the urge. When he lets my hand go, I take my fingers off my clit and move them down, spreading them around his length.
“Jace,” I whisper, and he sits up, taking my mouth in a deep kiss before leaning back to whisper against my lips.
“If we wouldn’t wake everyone in this house, I would flip you to your belly and fuck you while spanking this ass.” He grabs one cheek, squeezing. “But since I can’t do that, I need you to stop playing and ride me.”
With my mind spinning, I watch him lie back and only hesitate a second before I begin to rock my hips into his, giving him what he wants, while taking what I need. His expression contorts with a look of tortured pleasure, and his hands hold onto my hips so tightly I’m sure I’ll be bruised.
I chase after the orgasm I feel building, and just when I fall over the edge, he captures me behind my neck and pulls my mouth down to his. He thrusts his hips up into mine quickly before holding my hips tightly against his.
Breathless and sweaty, I fall against his chest, and his arms circle around me. I know I should put some distance between us, because sex and cuddling afterward is something that lovers do, and that’s not what this is. But my muscles feel like mush, and my eyes are heavy, like I haven’t slept in days.
“I’ll move in a second,” I whisper more to myself than to him, still trying to catch my breath, and his hand slides up my spine, then wraps around the back of my neck.
“You won’t,” he whispers back, and the feel of him kissing the top of my head is the last thing I remember before I fall back asleep with him still inside me.
Chapter 24
Oh No
With my bare feet tucked under me and a magazine about fishing forgotten on my lap, I watch Jace talk on the phone across the room. Since he’s speaking Japanese—a language I didn’t even know he knew until about fifteen minutes ago—I have no idea what he’s saying. But I don’t need an interpreter to know he’s not happy.
His easy smile from earlier today is long-gone and replaced by that stoic look he had the first time I met him. I hate that look.
When his eyes focus on me and his expression softens, my belly melts, and I drop my attention to my magazine. I was surprised this morning after breakfast when he asked me to come hang out with him while he worked, but I agreed, because the alternative was overthinking everything I’m trying not to think about. Not that being in his presence is helping me with that little problem. I mean, he is the reason my emotions are a tattered mess.