Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
He kept going, grinding into me, pushing up and rotating around.
His mouth found mine again, and after that, I couldn’t do anything. This feeling…
Then just as I was about to explode, he pulled back.
“No!” I gasped.
I felt him grin against my lips, and he nipped at me. “Yes,” he breathed, his mouth fusing once more with mine.
He adjusted his hold on my waist and moved a hand behind me. He rubbed there as two fingers slid back inside. His tongue moved in the same rhythm as his fingers, and I shuddered. I had no ability to move except to answer him back. Whatever he wanted.
Round and round. In and out.
The ache pulsated through me, mingling with pleasure and need.
Then my entire body spasmed in his hold, and I cried out, my mouth ripping from his.
He held me in place, moving to nuzzle my throat as he kept moving in me, caressing as I rode out the waves. As they started to ebb, as I started to think again, he released me enough to face him fully. He removed his hands, but he was still there, grinding against me.
He still had his pants on.
Not fucking fair.
Growling, I reached for them.
He caught my hands, holding them out to the side, and he evaded my mouth.
“What?” I snapped.
He grinned, lust swimming in his eyes. “I need to know you’re sure about this.”
“Do you not know what you just did to me?”
His grin widened, and he dropped one of my hands, pressing his hips back up into me.
I groaned, my head resting against the tile, and a shiver wracked my body.
His hand went to my hip, flexing there. “Are you sure?”
I ground down on him and gave him my own grin. “That answer your question?”
His eyes flashed full black, and I had a second to wonder if I’d just teased when I shouldn’t have before he plucked me from the wall. He carried me back to the bedroom and dumped me on the bed, soaked. He went to the nightstand for a condom and stood over me as he opened it.
I sat up, a languid sensation filling my bones, but there was excitement, desperation, a spike of adrenaline and power all rolled up with it. I’d never experienced this before.
I was almost drunk from it.
I reached for his pants, and without giving him a second to question me, I pulled them down. His dick was right there, large, resting against his stomach. My mouth watered.
I took the condom from him but bent forward before putting it on.
I wanted to taste him.
I eased down, sealing my mouth over him, and I felt his intake of breath. He stilled for me, but that’s exactly what I wanted.
I worked him, opening my throat, taking more, sucking him in and in and in.
He began moving with me, and after a few more times in and out, I relaxed more fully. He touched the sides of my head and began moving in me.
He began fucking me again.
I loved this.
I’d never done this—let a guy ride my mouth—but I was elated, and I couldn’t explain why. That same almost-drunk feeling shuddered through me as he paused. He started to withdraw, but I held on, sucking him one last time, and he unloaded into my mouth.
After, I pulled my mouth back.
After, I swallowed.
After, he watched me with heavy-lidded eyes.
After, he pushed me down, took the condom, pulled it on, and slid inside of me.
And then he made me scream all over again.
Chapter Twenty-One
JONAH
“Why the shower?” Carson asked.
I laughed, surprised at that question. We’d just paused to rest after our second round. I had no idea the time, nor did I want to know. We’d been in the room all day. It could’ve been nighttime again by now. And if it was, I really didn’t want to know.
That meant I’d have to make some decisions, and I wasn’t ready.
Carson turned my way in bed, pulling the sheet over her.
I shrugged. “Better maneuverability for what I did in there.”
“Are you serious?”
I grinned. “Yeah.” I paused. “Wait, you enjoyed that, right?”
A slow smile was her response. Her cheeks pinked. “Oh yeah. I liked that a lot.”
“You’re shy.”
She nodded, not looking at me, and those cheeks remained pink. “I’d never done a few of those things. I mean, the sex, yes. The other stuff, no.”
I rolled closer. “You’ve never given a blow job?”
“Not like that.” Her cheeks went from pink to red. “I’ve never enjoyed it either.”
Warmth churned through me, and fuck, I liked hearing that—a whole ton. More than I thought possible.
I rolled to my back, resting my hand behind my head.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
My throat got full, but I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”
I heard her moving, and she settled over me, sliding her hips over mine.
I was already hardening at the first movement, but as we came in contact, I was ready to go. My hands went to her hips and held her there, not pushing her away, but not letting her start to grind over me.