Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“Woman, I’m trying to go slow with you, and here you are, pushing my buttons. My hand is itching to see what your ass would feel like warmed up by my palm slapping down on your soft-as-fuck skin.” So much for getting him to laugh. There’s an ache between my thighs that wasn’t there moments ago, but the threat of Jameson spanking me, well, I’m seeing the appeal more and more.
“Jameson,” I all but moan out his name, head dropping back, eyes closing, and why are we taking things slow again? Oh, that’s right, because Jameson’s tongue is sharp and wicked. He could also use the strong muscle in a completely different way. Yet he hasn’t.
“And this is where we get off the phone for the night,” I grumble in annoyance. “Kody, we keep this up much longer, your fingers will be buried inside your pussy, my hand will be wrapped around my cock, and I’ll be telling you exactly how you’re going to come over the phone.”
“Is that a promise?” My hand abandons the colored pencil I was using and slides beneath the blanket until my fingers trail a path down the inside of my thigh.
“It’s a guaran-fucking-tee.” I hear the hiss of a zipper on the other end of the line. “Now get some sleep while I jack my cock to another memory of how you taste.” He hangs up the phone without so much of a goodbye. I do one better. I kick the sheets off my body and shimmy my sleep shorts off, leaving me in a deep blue lace thong. It takes me no time at all to set up the shot. My thighs are spread, my fingers are beneath the fabric, and my middle finger is on my clit. I make sure the camera is in live view and take a few pictures as I warm myself. My body shudders in bliss as I find the best one to send him. With a press of his thumb, he’ll get the action, and Jameson will see what he does to me. I pull up his text thread, attach the image, and type out:
Me: You’re a tease, but I can do better.
I drop my phone, ignoring the way it’s going off with a text, then a call, then another text. Jameson keeps going, and I don’t stop what I’m doing to answer. I’m too busy making myself come. Maybe next time, he won’t decide what I want and don’t want.
21
JAMESON
All damn night I was at war with my head and my cock. My head telling me to stay put, don’t call a family member to come over and watch Josephine. My cock saying do it, go after the woman who made you rock hard with a moan and a picture. One I used to jack off to last night and this morning. My damn palm is nothing compared to Kody’s, and visualizing those long dainty fingers of hers fucking her cunt while I was watching between her spread thighs. And Kody is definitely making me work my ass off when it comes to her. The woman can ignore her phone like no one I know. My calls and texts went unanswered, and while it was probably for the best, I didn’t like it one single bit.
I’m standing on my front porch waiting for the temptress to pull into the driveway. Josephine is still asleep, tucked into her bed, bear next to her and thumb out of her mouth. A sign of a deep sleep, one she won’t be coming out of for a while. I’m just raising my cup of coffee to my lips when I see her car turn the corner onto our street. This is probably the first of many cups I’ll have to get me through the day after a night where all I could think about is Kody. She’s pulling in the driveway as the sun barely starts to rise behind her car. A signal that I’m going to have at least thirty minutes of alone time with Kody before I need to leave for work. I abandon my coffee, set it on the rail, and head down the stairs in nothing but a pair of jeans to help her out of the car. She’s barely in Park before I’m opening her driver’s side door, bending down, and unbuckling her seatbelt.
“Jameson, well, good morning to you, too.” She pulls the keys out of the ignition. I grab her bag in one hand while my other is helping her out of the car. As much as I’m craving my mouth on hers, I know once I start, there’s no stopping. The last thing I’m willing to do is make another display of Kody out here in the open, even with my truck obscuring her for the most part. Been there, done that, almost lost my woman because of it.