Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
The intensity of the act beats and ripples inside me, and I attempt to escape, even temporarily.
I’m not ready for what he does next.
Jeremy physically jerks me upward so that my back is bent and I’m half hanging in the air as he eats me out.
The position is awkward at best, and I slam my palms on the headboard and the wall to get some semblance of balance.
But I think that’s his purpose behind all of this. He doesn’t want me to move, doesn’t want me to stop or try to intervene.
This way, I’m completely his to do with whatever he pleases.
Not that I can fight and push him away when I’m drunk out of my mind.
Hell, I can’t even do that when I’m sober.
What I can do, however, is feel every zip of pleasure, every lick, bite, and controlled display of command.
Jeremy thrusts his tongue inside my opening, tongue-fucking me with brutal strokes. He alternates between that and biting and nibbling on my clit and teasing my folds.
The change of pace and action turns me delirious. It’s impossible to keep up, impossible to remain in this mindset.
Where pleasure is so intense that I’m unable to see anything past it. My hips jerk involuntarily, chasing the release that I’m sure will detonate me from the inside out.
Jeremy goes harder, faster, stronger.
And I’m done.
My heart nearly stops as I moan, then slap a hand over my mouth. I’d die of shame if anyone walked in on this scene and saw me being eaten out as if I’m being possessed.
The orgasm rocks through me with a power that leaves me panting, the sounds echoing around me as I’m forced to breathe the smell of my arousal.
And him.
The man who’s bringing me this pleasure—or more like yanking it out of me kicking and screaming.
He lets my body fall on the bed and I’m a shaking mess from the aftereffects of the orgasm.
How come it feels this overwhelming? How come I can’t sense my body, yet I sense it too much at the same time?
“I knew you’d taste like my new favorite meal.” He darts his tongue out and licks the glistening wetness on his lips.
I think I’ll come from the sight alone.
“Do you have any idea how sensitive and responsive you are? Your tiny moans and muffled groans made my cock want to take my tongue’s place.” His fingers latch onto his jeans’ buttons, undoing them one at a time, slowly, unhurriedly, as if he knows the exact effect he has on me and is deepening it.
Toying with me to his heart’s content.
When he frees his shaft, I jerk backward slightly, shaking my head. It’s big in both length and girth and is so hard that I physically recoil.
“You…you’re not putting that thing inside me.”
“Oh, I will. And thing? Seriously? Is that what you call a cock in your head?” He straddles me and jerks his shaft up and down in a fierce motion.
If he handles himself that roughly, he’ll undo me in no time.
“Please don’t.” Tears gather in my eyes.
“Shh.” He leans over and presses his tongue to my lid, licking my tears before they even escape, then whispers against my skin, “Don’t cry when we haven’t started yet.”
A sob escapes my lungs, and I place two trembling hands on his chest. “I-I’m drunk. I won’t be able to fight you.”
“You wouldn’t be able to fight me even if you weren’t drunk.”
“J-Jeremy…please.”
“Would you have begged Landon, too, if he were here? No, you wouldn’t. You would’ve opened your legs and offered him your ass if he’d so much as looked at it.”
“Lan wouldn’t do this to me,” I murmur. “He’s not a monster.”
He lifts his fist in the air and I close my eyes, expecting him to punch me or something, but only a thud reaches my ears.
On the mattress.
That’s what I realize when I peek through my lids. He drove his fist into the mattress.
And his eyes have become so dark, they damn near swallow me whole.
“A monster, huh?” His calm voice contradicts his expression as he grabs my jaw with raw power that chills me to the bone. “If that’s what you think of me, might as well go for it, no?”
My nails claw into his shirt with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
Not only to stop him, but also because I don’t want to lose whatever feeling that’s been slowly but surely developing in my chest.
“Kiss me,” I whisper in a desperate attempt to distract him.
He pauses, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was caught off guard. “Why?”
“Please kiss me.” I try to lift my head, but his grip on my jaw forbids it.
“You want to kiss a monster?”
“I never said I was normal.”
“You’re an annoying fucking existence.”
“Still, you’re here.”
“That I am.”
“Kiss me, then, Jeremy. Just—”
My words are cut off when his lips slam against mine. They’re violent and absolutely claiming.