Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Jesus.
Fuck those ten minutes.
Cursing, I spun around, prowled to the stove, cut the oven temperature in half, and doubled the time.
“Jamie,” Tori giggled from behind me, watching me do this.
I turned my head and saw her hand covering her mouth and her cheeks lifting and pinked in color. Then I turned fully, back to the stove so I could face her. I reached behind my shoulder and stripped my shirt off, tossing it next to the sink.
Tori quit giggling. Quit smiling. Her eyes lowered to my chest, heated. Her hand lowered and stroked down her throat. She started panting.
Fuck. Yeah.
I wasn’t sure who moved first after that, her or me. Whose mouth took possession first or whose hands were stripping what the fuck off, but then Tori was naked with her ass perched on the edge of the counter, legs open and feet hooking behind my thighs, and I had my shorts down, bunched at my ankles, my hand wrapped around the base of my dick.
I played with her pussy. I pressed the metal of my piercing against her clit and slid lower, wetting my shaft. I felt her smooth walls pull me in and fuck fuck fuck.
“Look at me,” I said, just the head of my dick inside.
Tori had her eyes glued between her legs but lifted them when I spoke. Her hair was messy from my fingers. Her lips were open. Her breaths were coming out in short little pants.
“He never fuckin’ had you,” I said, pushing in, watching her mouth open wider.
“Jamie,” Tori moaned, face blissed out. She tried hurrying me. Her hand on my neck pulled and her fingers around my shoulder dug in deep.
“No, baby. Let me take this,” I said, keeping pace.
“Please,” she begged.
I bent down and took her mouth, giving her my tongue and letting her work that while I took my time.
My thighs burned. My chest burned. The need to fuck scratched under my skin. I moved slowly, fighting urge. I wanted to pound into her and get us there. I wanted to finish inside her so I could know what it was like.
She was so wet. So warm. Perfect. So fucking perfect. And mine.
This was mine. Mine mine mine mine.
“God, fuck,” I groaned, seating fully inside now. Chest heaving. Legs shaking. “Nothin’ … Jesus, nothin’, babe, has ever …” I panted, losing my breath and my mind, that shit was fucking gone. “I’d do crazy shit for this,” I told her, staring deep into her eyes as my fingers curled around her neck. “I’d burn the whole fuckin’ world down for you, you know that?”
That was the truth. I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t just saying shit ’cause my dick was inside her either.
I loved her. She knew that. But this was bigger. It felt bigger. And Tori understood that.
She bit her lip and nodded, looking like my words were hitting that soft she kept hidden, but no longer hidden from me. She gave it freely now. Trusted me with it. Just like she was doing with this.
“Please,” she whispered. Her feet slid up to my ass and her heels dug in.
She was needing it.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” I said, cupping her face as I started moving inside her, hips thrusting as my other hand held her thigh. Her mouth right there. “Fuckin’ mine. All this beauty. I’m takin’ it, babe, and you’re givin’ it.”
“Yes,” she moaned. I felt her hot breath on my tongue.
“Givin’ me somethin’ you never gave, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Jamie.”
“Never gave this.” My hips pumped harder. Tori’s legs spread wider and her breath caught. “He never fuckin’ had this,” I growled. “Never touched it. Never came close to what I’m touchin’.”
“Yes!” she cried out. Her fingers dug into my neck. “Oh, God, Jamie!”
I took my hand off her thigh and slid it up her stomach, grabbing her breast. I thumbed her nipple. I pinched and twisted it.
She moaned, tipped her chin up, and crashed her mouth against mine. Her tongue slid past my lips, dipped into my mouth, and tasted while I fucked her.
My hips were pounding. I was jarring her body so hard Tori was falling back, spreading her arms wide, and knocking shit off the counter.
Bowls. Sheet trays. Food. Didn’t matter. She didn’t care and neither did I.
I kept it up, fucking her deep every time. Sinking home again and again. Staring at her tits as they bounced. Her small, pink nipples. Her lips, parted and wet. Her stomach as it clenched beneath my fingers and the curve of her waist. Never wanting to stop. Never wanting to forget what this felt like and how she was looking at me, so fucking hot, so turned on, but with mad, crazy, fucked-in-the-head love. Love for me. Only me.
Never gave him that. Never came close to giving it.
This was mine.
I yanked her up so I could suck on her nipples, wetting her entire breast and dragging my tongue between them, pulling away and then getting jerked back again with her fingers in my hair. She rubbed her tits in my face.