Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Y…yes,” I admitted.
A growling sound moved through him as his lips pressed to mine again, starting hard, but getting a little softer as my body melted against his.
“What did you think about?” he asked as his other hand went behind my head, drifting into my hair, then gathering it in his fist as his teeth nipped my lower lip. “About me sucking your clit?” he asked even as his thumb and forefinger grabbed my hardened nipple and squeezed, making heat bloom across my chest.
“Yes,” I admitted.
It was the truth.
And I was too wrapped up in the moment to care that I was giving him all my secrets.
“Anything else?” he asked as his hips ground into me, his hard cock pressing against the space between my thighs.
“Baby?” he pressed when I didn’t say anything, not sure I could say the words even if they were true. “Have you been thinking of my cock inside you?” he asked as his nose drifted up the side of mine, a sort of sweet, gentle gesture that had my belly flipping over again.
“I…it…” I started, not sure what to say. How did you tell a guy that you didn’t like that, but still found yourself wanting it?
“I didn’t know,” he told me as his lips nipped mine softly again. “It wasn’t good,” he added, knowing what I couldn’t say. “But it can be good,” he added, hips pressing harder into mine, and my hips immediately did a little circle, liking the feel of him against me. “Want me to show you?” he asked.
Did I?
It didn’t seem logical.
Yet, somehow, yes, I did.
I wanted to know what it was supposed to feel like, how I always fantasized it would be like if I finally got to have him look at me like I’d always looked at him.
“Yes.”
I could barely even hear the whispered word, but Jass heard it. And an approving rumble moved through him as his lips claimed mine once again.
His hands slid up my arms to the straps on my shoulders, pushing until they slid down, taking the rest of my dress with them, making it pool at my feet, leaving me completely naked.
My own hands drifted down his back, gathering up the hem of his shirt and pulling upward.
Jass’s lips left mine to allow me to slide his shirt over his head.
His heated gaze held mine as my hesitant fingers moved upward to glide over his sides.
He was tattooed across his chest and some piece from his back teased across his ribs.
My fingertips traced those lines before moving inward, watching the way his muscles twitched at my touch.
Jass sucked in a slow, deep breath when, after trailing up for a moment, my fingers went lower.
Emboldened, I worked his button free. But before I could do any more, his hands were sliding up my sides, holding onto my waist as he moved backward until he met the bed.
He sat, but held me in front of him.
I worked hard to fight the urge to cover myself. It wasn’t long, though, until the hunger in his gaze as he looked at me wiped away the lingering traces of insecurity.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured as his hand drifted over my hip, stomach, then up over my breast before going down again.
Hands at my hips again, he applied pressure, coaxing me to move.
Judging by the surprise and heat in his gaze as I went down on my knees in front of him, I misunderstood the silent instruction.
Once I was there, though, I couldn’t deny the desire I had to get to know every inch of him much the way he’d gotten to know me.
Decision made, my hands went back to his pants, undoing the zipper, and reaching inside to find his hard length.
“Baby, you don’t have to,” Jass said, voice a delicious growl as I pulled his cock free.
“You don’t want me to?” I asked, gaze shooting up just in time to catch the sexy little smirk that pulled at his lips.
“That’s not what I said,” he clarified.
“So you want me to,” I concluded as my hand gripped him at the base of the cock.
“If you… fuck,” he hissed as I bent downward and closed my mouth around the wide head of his cock. “Yeah, just like that,” he said as I started to suck up and down on his shaft.
His hands moved out, gathering my hair, then fisting it at the base of my skull.
“Relax your throat,” he instructed, voice tight, and I was getting more turned on by the moment with the knowledge of being able to get him so desperate-sounding. “Now take me deeper,” he demanded.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed past the point of comfort, feeling the beginning of gagging, but swallowing past it.
“Look up at me. Now, baby,” he demanded, giving my hair a tug until my head shifted back and my eyes drifted open.