Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, rolled my hips in time with each of his licks and thrusts.
Jax’s fingernails bit into my thighs, the pressure perfectly accenting the building climax in me. It’d been too long since he’d eaten me out and equally long since I’d gotten the chance to suck him.
I placed my hand on his forehead and dragged his head back. “Wait,” I whispered.
“No.”
“I want to suck you too, baby. I want you to come in my mouth. It’s been so long,” I said, and circled my hips, drifting my pussy closer to his face again, tempting him.
Jax sucked my clit one more time, then rose and swept me into his arms. He set me down in front of the bed, on my feet, then unzipped his pants and drew out that thick, pulsing cock. God, I’d missed it. How long had it been since I’d choked on him? Way too long.
He lay down on the bed, held the base of his cock for me, sporting his Cheshire Cat grin. “Sit on my face, Miss Robinson.”
I did as I was told and backed into him, sitting my swollen pussy lips exactly where he wanted them. His tongue lapped up my juices, and I took hold of his dick, kissed the tip open-mouthed as he worked me back there.
I couldn’t wait. Couldn’t stall to heighten the pleasure. Had to have him in my mouth, now. His dick was thick between my lips, and I chased every ridge and vein with my tongue, working up so much saliva it dribbled down his shaft.
“Fuck, Riley. Fuck, you’ll make me come like that, baby.”
I slurped on him, moaning under my breath each time he licked my clit or plunged fingers into my wetness. I rode his face, but focused on his orgasm rather than mine. I craved him, his flavor, his pleasure. He’d given me so much, and I would spend every second I could spare repaying him for that. Showing him I loved him in the most subtle and most obvious ways.
His dick hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, continued sucking and working him with my hand.
“Fuck,” he growled and increased the pace, flicking his tongue back and forth across my clit, hooking his fingers inside me and working my G-spot.
“Oh,” I whispered, in between licks and sucks. “Oh, oh, I’m coming, Jax. I’m coming.” I sucked harder, felt the weight and thickness of him in my mouth and choked a little. I moaned around his cock and came on his face, thrusting my pussy backward onto his lips, riding through my orgasm.
“Swallow,” Jax said, as his dick thickened inside me. The command was unnecessary. I always swallowed for him—I couldn’t not drink up every drop.
His cum lashed the back of my throat, shot right down, and I gulped reflexively even as my mind whited out with sheer bliss.
Finally, we came down from the heavens.
I sat up and shimmied off him, rolled onto the bed. “My Spanx,” I said.
“That’s the first thing you’re going to say?” Jax asked and eyed me from where he lay, his hands pressed to his forehead, his chest rising and falling fast. His dick lay against his suit pants, wet with my spit. “Spanx?”
I laughed and settled against his chest. “I’m only asking because Veronica will be here any second, and you know if she sees them she’ll never let me live it down.”
“Fuck the Spanx, Riley,” Jax said, and dragged me onto his chest. “I think we just altered the fabric of reality with that little session.”
I bit my lip and squirmed against him. I loved how crazy I made him. “You liked it, huh?”
“Liked it?” Jax shifted me to one side on the bed, got up, and tucked himself back into his pants. He zipped up, walked to the hall, and brought back my Spanx, handed them over. “Riley, I fucking loved it. Loved it as much as I love you.”
I made quick work of slipping my underwear back on, relishing the wetness of my cum and his saliva still on my pussy. I tugged down my dress, smoothed out the creases as best I could, then checked my reflection in the mirror above our dressing table.
Jax walked up behind me and kissed my shoulder, slipping the strap of my dress to one side. “I could go again,” he said. “Bend you right here and fill your pussy this time.” He was already hard against me again, his cock rested against my ass cheeks.
“I know you could.”
“But I won’t,” he said.
“You won’t?”
“No,” he replied. “I’ve got something much more important to do.” He tucked one hand behind his back and I frowned. “Something I was going to do later, but it feels right now. Being with you feels right, Riley. Every part of the day feels right because you’re in my life.”