Total pages in book: 212
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
Instead of slowing right down yet again, I sucked hard and relished the feel of her body jolting, the sound of her coming undone, big whimpers in the air, and then, “Jesse” all breathy in that husky tone.
Before she finished panting, I moved up her body and speared her with my aching cock, slamming to the root, still working her clit while I felt her tight, hot body clamp around me with tremors that felt fucking incredible.
Arms thrown over her head, her hair all over the place, she was a gorgeous vision. Quaking, with those eyes pointed at mine, I felt an intimacy with this girl that was new for me. Addictive. These eye locks while fucking were heady. I had the feeling I was heading down a rabbit hole of becoming addicted to the sight of her, the smell of her, the sounds she made. Especially the way she said my name when she came.
I was close to the edge of the cliff, ready to freefall. Her limbs wrapped around me while she whimpered around my tongue, nails digging into my ass cheeks. I drove my hips forward over and over, fucking her hard, grunting, making sure I dragged my piercing over her clit on my way back inside each time before my vision filled with blotches of color and sensation overtook everything.
“You feel so fucking good, Gigi,” I told her, and she grabbed my jaw with both hands as I came, hard, with a loud grunt, fingers buried in soft blonde hair, cock buried in tight, trembling heat, loving the whimpers she gave me while we stared into one another’s eyes.
The room was dim, but there was no denying the connection I was feeling looking into her beautiful, expressive blue eyes.
I blew out a slow exhale and dropped a kiss on her mouth, then inhaled her scent at her throat.
“Mm.” I smiled, talking into her hair. “Fuck you again in ten minutes. This time, with the light on.”
Hearing sniffling, I lifted up on my elbows and looked down at her, my smile dying on my face seeing she looked devastated.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m so, so…” She shuddered out a breath and left me hanging. But I could see it was emotion coming from her. Deep emotion.
“So-so?” I finally asked, injecting levity with, “I mean, I thought you came pretty hard, but what do I know?”
And that got me a giggle, and her arms tightening around me. “No, silly. I’m feeling so much. So much, Jesse.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, voice gruff, “I see that. Good feelings mostly?”
Her chin tipped up as she searched my face. “Mostly. Also fear. This feels so… real.”
I cocked my head to the side as I watched a swallow work down her slender throat.
“I’m not a figment of your imagination, hostage. Five more minutes, I’ll show you again how real this is.”
“I’ve been fed lines from guys more than once,” she explained, “But this doesn’t feel like that and I’m just… I’m afraid to believe in it. But I’ve never wanted to believe in anything more.”
I cradled her face. “I’m not a bullshitter. I promise you I’m not. You’ll figure it out sooner or later. Always a roll of the dice to start something new with someone. Fear. Excitement. Hope. Push the fear back. Enjoy the feel of the other stuff. The good stuff. That’s the best part of something new. Don’t let fear rob you of that. Okay?”
“Mm hm. Yeah.” She had a look on her face of utter devotion. And it made something in my chest twinge.
And then she licked her lips. And I didn’t need five more minutes. Because the look on her face, seeing that tongue skate across that hot mouth? I was ready again.
I fucked her again, lights on and looking at her while I did, this time with her on my lap, riding me. She put on a good show with all that hair and that hot little body. We came together, eyes locked, and I really fuckin’ liked it.
Afterwards, I covered us up. I held her a while, playing with her hair while she traced some of my ink with her fingertip.
“Zonked. Which one of us is gonna turn out the light?” I asked after a long while of companionable silence.
“You,” she replied. “Since you turned it on.”
“You’re still on top ‘o me.”
“But I’m super-cozy.” She put her head down on my chest and let out an exaggerated yawn.
“If I gotta turn the light off, you’re not gonna be cozy, because I’m gonna have to get you off me.”
“We can just sleep with it on. I’m so comfy,” she replied.
I snickered.
“I sleep with a nightlight on when I’m alone,” she admitted softly, drawing figure-eights on my chest with her fingertip. “I need it; stuff messes with me in the dark. I figured I’d be scared of the dark in your room with you. But I haven’t been.”