Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Three.” He pulls his tan polo shirt over his head to reveal his sculptured chest. His body was a bit thicker than in high school, but it was all muscles and hard plains. His chest is liberally sprinkled with a dark hairs that trail down his six pack and disappears into his jeans.
My mouth goes dry and I lick my lips to give them moisture.
“Four.” He undoes his belt and pulls them out of the loop of his pants in one sharp movement.
“Can’t we talk about this?”
“Five.”
His pants go next and he slides them down lean hips. His box briefs rest just below his pelvic bone.
“Six.”
I’m frozen to the spot, watching in fascination his slow deliberate movements. I know my ten seconds were up at least a minute ago, but this game of cat and mouse, has me on edge, leaving me paralyzed with fear and excitement.
“Seven.”
“Eight.”
“Nine.”
His underwear follows the heap of clothing at his feet and I’m almost too scared to look at what’s between his legs. But my curiosity is stronger than my willpower and my gaze strays to the thick member resting on his thigh.
Dear lord, he’s already hard. It’s long, veiny and girthy. Angry and red.
There’s one thing I’m absolutely certain about in this moment.
My ass is in trouble.
“Ten.”
I probably could have made this easier on myself and complied but part of me wanted to test the situation to see just how far he’d go. That apparently was a big mistake, because he stalks toward me like a hungry jungle cat, hyper focused on their prey.
I take several steps away from him until the backs of my legs hit the edge of his bed.
“Jackson—”
Riiiippp.
He’s moved so fast, I didn’t have any time to react to him grabbing a fistful of my tank top, ripping it right down the center leaving my bra exposed.
I reach out to push him away, but he clasps the front of my bra in his hands and tears it open. My breasts spill out but he’s not done. He yanks off my shirt and the tattered remains of my tank top and bra.
My feeble attempts to push him away are useless but I still shove at his shoulders while he unbuttons my jeans.
enough force to send me crashing to the bed. He’s on top of me in an instant, yanking my jeans off.
“Not like this, Jackson.” I kick him in the thigh.
He grunts and catches my ankle before I can do it again. With his other hand he grabs my pants and just like my tank top and bra, they’re torn off me. At some point he must have yanked off my shoes because now I’m completely naked.
He’s seen me like this before but now I feel more vulnerable than I did before. He doesn’t speak, but his aqua gaze sweeps over me so fiercely, I want to pull the covers over my body.
I’ve learned to love and accept my curves. I’m relatively healthy and I try to eat balanced meals and exercise when I can. But I’m still a big girl with curves, rolls and cellulite. The old insecurities from high school come back in full force and those cruel nicknames like baby hippo and lard butt infiltrated my mind.
It doesn’t help that Jackson continues to stare at me with an intensity that sends a shiver up my spine. I cross my arms over my chest, needing to hide myself from his hungry gaze.
Jackson pulls them away and secures my wrists in one strong hand, pinning them above my head. He stares down at me without saying a word. The longer the silence stretches, the more I squirm.
What’s he thinking? Is he disgusted? Does he regret this crazy plan of his?
I turn my head away unable to hold the intensity of his aqua gaze any longer.
“I don’t understand why you’re staring at me like this. Just get it over with.” To my embarrassment, my eyes sting from the tears that threaten to fall.
“Is that what you want, Zora? For me to get it over with?”
I bite down on my bottom lip, refusing to answer to save myself from further humiliation.
“Can’t answer that can you? Scared to admit that you want this as much as I do? I can feel the heat rising from your cunt.” He nudges, my thighs apart with his knee and grinds is erection against my core.
I knew it would only be a matter of time before my body betrayed me, but damn, did it have to give in so easily?”
My nipple stiffens when he brushes his chest against mine, tickling me with his hairs.
I bite down harder on my bottom lip, piercing skin. My mouth fills with the coppery taste of blood.
He cups my core in his palm and squeezes. A wave of pleasure shoots through my body, making my shoulders shake. I barely manage to keep the moan from escaping my lips.