Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“And we have to know,” I tease. “Have you done it?”
She throws an empty can at me, and Spike growls, shaking his head in horror.
We all laugh.
I take the book and open it, finding a passage. It’s quite raunchy, but not disgusting to the point where I feel physically sick. I start reading out loud, trying my best to keep my composure.
“Placing my hands on the ground, he puts me in a headstand position, holding my legs up with his hands, then he spreads them, burying his face into my pussy ...”
I pause, blinking. “Wait, what?”
“That ... That seems impossible,” Ciara thinks out loud.
I stand. “There is only one way to be sure. Jackson, stand up.”
“Fuck me,” he growls.
He stands, and I lean down, placing my hands on the ground and try to kick my legs off to do a handstand, but I land flat on my face. “Ow,” I squeal as the others erupt in laughter. “What the hell? When did I get so weak?”
“Let me get your legs,” Jackson orders, reaching down and taking my ankles.
We wobble and I squeal, but, eventually, he takes most of my weight and I am able to hold myself up with my hands. Then, he stands there, my legs around his neck, his mouth facing ... my bottom.
“Were they the other way around?” I giggle, nearly losing my balance.
“Spin her around.” Spike laughs. “Unless you eat ass, boss.”
“Fuck off,” Jackson yells, and he maneuvers me around so my face is now toward his legs and, this way, it is easier for my legs to go around his neck.
“Well, I mean, it could work. I don’t know how comfortable it would be ...” I yell out.
“Judgin’ by the look on Jack’s face, it’s good ...”
Oh.
My.
Suddenly, I’m being launched up and Jackson turns, carrying me out of the room. Everyone erupts with laughter.
“I guess they’re out.”
“Jackson,” I squeal as he kicks the door open to the bedroom.
“Time to finish what we started,” he hisses.
Oh.
Oh.
17 – Serenity
Moaning, I throw my head back as Jackson devours my pussy, his tongue swiping up through my flesh, rolling over my clit and then plunging inside of me. I’ve already orgasmed once, but he isn’t willing to let that be the end of it. He brings me to my release once more, my fingers curling into the sheets, my cries enough for everyone to hear.
I don’t care.
Then his body is on mine, his mouth consumes me, and I can taste myself on his lips. He kisses me with a ferocity that has my knees growing weak. I reach down between us, curling my fingers around his already throbbing dick, and squeeze. He hisses against my lips, his tongue sliding out and running over them before he is kissing me again.
“If you keep kissing me like this, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on when you’re finally inside me,” I whimper, running my fingers down his muscled back.
“That’s the point,” he growls. “I’m goin’ to make it impossible for you not to cum around my cock, darlin’.”
“I want you inside of me,” I beg. “I want it, and I want it now.”
“Not without this,” he grins, then reaches over and takes something from beside the bed.
He sits up, and I see a rope in his hand, just like I wanted.
I lick my lips and grin up at him. “You’re a bad man.”
“Roll over, sweetheart.”
My heart skips a beat as I roll to my stomach and then bite my lip as he pulls my hands behind my back and ties them, not too tight, but just enough that I can’t escape. Then, he runs his hand down my spine, stopping at my bottom. He slips his fingers down beneath my plump cheeks and finds my arousal, coating them in it. A low growl leaves his lips as he swirls his fingers, pushing them inside me before sliding back to my bottom.
Then, he uses his lubricated fingers to enter me.
I whimper, my hands forming fists as I hold my breath, waiting for the initial sting to pass.
Jackson uses his other hand to push two fingers into my pussy at the same time, and the sensation is so overwhelming, I gasp, pushing my bottom up, not entirely sure if I want to move away from the strange feeling or toward it. It’s like my nerve endings are on fire, but in a good way.
“I can feel my fingers inside you, you’re so fuckin’ tight baby.”
I moan when he moves both his hands at the same time, filling me, bringing my body to life. Jackson knows what he’s doing, and he’s not afraid to show me. I can feel the pleasure building, and I know I’m going to cum again, this time with his fingers deep within both entrances.
When I do, I cry out, and my body jerks, a new sensation washing over me, something I haven’t experienced before. It’s incredible and I don’t even try to hold back my screams of pleasure as I relish in these new feelings. Jackson growls from behind me, a low throaty sound that has my body automatically pushing back toward him, wanting more.