Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
"Fuck," Jonas grits out, palming his erection through his jeans when I rip it off over my head and drop it to the floor. His eyes land on my breasts, the tops spilling from the lacy demi-cups. "The bra too, baby girl."
I reach behind me with shaking hands and unhook it. The straps fall forward before I catch it, slowly peeling it away from my skin to tease him. That is what he wants, after all. To be teased. To be tormented. To watch me unwrap myself slowly.
He swallows hard when I drop the bra on top of my camisole.
"Play with your nipples, angel. Pinch them."
I hesitate.
He doesn't like that much.
"Now." The dark command is back in his voice, seething just below the surface. Oh, he likes giving orders. He likes being obeyed.
I cup my breasts, brushing my thumbs over my hard nipples. He palms his erection again, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip as if he's trying to taste me. A hungry growl rumbles in his throat when I pinch both nipples and moan.
It feels salacious and naughty to touch myself with him watching. And yet I don't feel embarrassed. I don't feel like a fumbling virgin. Not with the way he's looking at me like he can't look away. I feel sexy and confident. Powerful.
The feeling increases tenfold when he unzips his pants, thrusting his hand inside.
My knees grow weak when it emerges a second later, wrapped around his massive erection. I saw a lot of penises last night, but I did not see one like this. He's beautiful, even where he shouldn't be. Moisture beads the broad, swollen head, standing in testament to his desire. He's so damn hard.
"Jonas," I moan.
"Lose the skirt, Jamie. Let me see what belongs to me."
Turnabout is fair play, I suppose.
I reach for the zipper on my skirt, shimmying it down my hips. It pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my panties, thigh highs, and heels. I don't have to ask to know he likes what he sees. More moisture spills from the head of his cock, speaking the truth more clearly than words.
"Fuck me," he growls, his eyes running all over my body. He works his fist up and down his erection as if he can't stop himself. "I knew you were hiding heaven under those suits, angel. But I didn't know it was this fucking perfect."
I blush, his compliment causing a landslide in my heart. For a big, gruff hockey player, he sure is charming. It's not an act, either. He says exactly what he means and makes no apologies for it.
"Slide your hands inside your panties and play with your cunt. I want to hear how wet you are for me," he says. "You're going to make yourself come while I watch, angel." His eyes glitter with wicked intent. "You might not like to watch, but I find the idea of watching you all kinds of appealing."
Oh, my goodness. He is wicked.
I obey slowly, giving him the show he wants. I cup my breasts, pinching my nipples again. I run my hands down my body. His eyes track every movement, raking like wildfire over my skin. My stomach quivers beneath my palm. His eyes grow hotter, his expression darker.
"Stop teasing me and do what you're told," he grits out, his voice shaking with need.
I slip my hand into my panties, my fingers sliding against my wetness.
"You're soaked, aren't you?" His nostrils flare, his chest rising on a deep breath. "I can hear your little fingers slipping through your juices, Jamie." He groans like I'm tormenting him even though this was his idea. "Is your little clit hard? Is it begging for me yet?"
"Yes," I moan, parting my folds to run my finger around it.
He drops down on the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor and leaning forward like he does when he's getting ready to rocket off the bench during shift change. Only I think he's trying to keep himself from lunging for me right now. His hand flies across his cock, his eyes dark with need.
"Make yourself come," he orders me. "Do it now, angel."
I touch myself, so turned on that I know it won't take much to get me there. Not with him looking at me like he's starving for a single taste of me. How did I never notice it before now? How did I never see how often his eyes are on me or how closely he watches me? How did I never see the desire in his eyes? I don't know, but I'm seeing it now. It's impossible to miss now. This man can't look away from me. I don't think he ever could.
My hand slips through my folds, my finger swirling around my clit in dizzying circles. I'm so wet I'm sure he hears me exactly like he wanted to. But I work myself hard, using my whole hand to get myself off just to make sure I'm obeying his order.