Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Involuntarily, my eyes stray to the drawer I mentioned earlier. There are more than just condoms in there. A whole arsenal of sex apparatuses is at our disposal.
With a grin that would have the devil agreeing to an intervention, he murmurs, “Can I?”
My head is screaming no, but before my mouth can articulate that, I dip my chin, granting him access to a drawer not even Jess knows about.
Fortunately, my brain’s sluggish reboot occurs before Jack can shuffle off the bed. After hooking my legs around his waist, holding him in place, I mutter, “But it’s only fair if you get to see my equipment that I get to see yours.”
I hate the words leaving my mouth. They’re immature and borderline creepy, but mercifully, Jack sees through the shame of my words. With no hesitation firing in his eyes, and nothing but a playful smirk on his lips, he jerks up his chin before slipping off the edge of the bed and lowering his briefs down his slim yet still muscular thighs.
“Sweet lord,” I murmur when the rising of his cock to his belly button leaves no barrier between my greedy eyes and his impressive manhood. “Does that thing come with a warning label?” Horrified I spoke my thoughts out loud, I snap my eyes to Jack’s face. “I’m sorry.”
My earlier assumption about his smile only being hotter if it was delivered while his head is in between my legs is one hundred percent accurate when he murmurs, “No, you’re not,” a second after wedging himself back between my legs. The drawer of sex toys has been forgotten, and once again, only my pussy is on the dessert menu. “But I’m more than happy to pretend you are if it has you begging like you were in the alleyway earlier.”
“I wasn’t begging.”
Scrap that.
Yes, I was.
Just like I will now when his heated breaths are the only thing that bombard my aching sex over the next several long seconds.
“Jack…” That’s not exactly a beg, but if you heard how it was delivered, you wouldn’t doubt its authenticity. And let’s not mention the bucks of my hips as I try to mash my pussy with his mouth. “I need…” I swallow the desperate pleas ringing through my head on repeat when my measly beg gets me over the line.
Jack’s mouth is on my pussy, and it feels fantastic.
After dragging his tongue up my slit, he circles it around my clit before giving it a gentle graze with his teeth. The pressure of his tongue on the nervy bud isn’t enough to set me off, but it does have pleas for him to take me hard and faster spilling from my mouth.
The curving of his mouth’s corners exposes he likes the begs seeping from my lips, not to mention the way he eats me faster and more expertly with every one that leaves my mouth.
He either loves giving head or hearing me beg.
Whatever it is, I’m enjoying the hell out of it.
My screams ramp up along with the bucks of my hips. I’m on fire. Both inside and out, and only one man is holding the extinguisher.
“Jack—”
The sting of his fingers when he grips my ass to raise it off the bed cuts off my plea. I’m practically screaming a roaring review about the exemplary expertise of the man with his head between my legs.
“Please…”
As I lose all cognitive thoughts, I grind down on Jack’s mouth before arching my spine and throwing my head back with a long, husky moan.
And still, Jack doesn’t stop.
He licks me, eats me, and fucks me with his tongue, and all I can do is surrender to the madness, his movements fast and steady. Wave after wave crashes through me until eventually, the stars detonate, and a desperate urge to return the favor swamps me.
“Please…” I wiggle and shake my arms, endeavoring to get free. “I want to touch you. I need to touch you.” Nothing but pure unbridled lust rings in my tone when I mutter, “I want your dick between my lips.”
Evidence of my multiple arousals drips off Jack’s rigid chin when he climbs up my body to release my hands from their tight restraints, but before they get close to touching his sweat-slicked skin, he pins them above my head, and the crown of his fat cock knocks at the entrance of my drenched pussy.
“Condom,” I pant between frantic breaths. “We need a condom.”
Just like my toys left his mind only minutes ago, a wish to suck his dick also vacates mine when I wiggle a hand free before leaning over to grab a condom out of a box in my drawer. They’re in date but untouched.
“Are you sure?” Jack double-checks after accepting the condom from my grasp.
Even with his tearing open the condom and sliding it down his mouth-wateringly thick cock, a glint in his eyes exposes this will end the instant I want it to. He won’t take it any further than I feel comfortable with.