Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
My head shot up when he said that, and my eyes connected with his. “You can’t tell me I can’t go to prison!” I all but yelled, tossing the photo album down so it spilled open at some random page. “I can take care of myself!”
If I were being honest with myself, I would know that I wasn’t making any lick of sense. The shit that was coming out of my mouth wasn’t connected with my brain at the moment. It was connected to my heart. I was an emotional mess. I was so beyond tired of not having what I wanted. And what I wanted was him.
Jack came up from his seat at the computer and whirled around to face me. “I don’t want you to have to face anything by yourself! Ever again! Over my dead body will anything ever hurt you. If anything even tries, I will rip it to goddamned pieces. Those fragments will be so goddamn small that you won’t even be able to tell what it used to be; not one single piece will even remotely resemble what used to be a human being. You’re fucking mine.” He roared.
“If I was fucking ‘yours,’” I sneered. “Why the hell won’t you freaking touch me?”
His mouth opened and closed a few times as his eyes were lit like hot black coals. “I’ve wanted to touch you for seven mother fucking years!” He seethed. “If I touched you now, it wouldn’t be what you deserved. It would be raw. It would be need. It would be…”
“It would be us.” I said quietly, interrupting him.
Then he was on me. What we did next could only be described as fucking. Yes, there was love involved, but that love was balled into so much need that it was unstoppable.
His hands went to the base of my butt, where my ass cheeks met the back of my thighs. Lifting me effortlessly, I wrapped my legs around him. The dress I was still wearing rode up until the barest hint of panties showed. Our mouths met in a whirlwind. Within milliseconds, my mouth was opening to allow his seeking tongue entrance.
Jack growled low in his throat as he encountered my lace boy short panties with his fingers. His hand traveled to the juncture of my thighs, took a heaping handful of fabric, and wrenched hard. He ripped the panties free of my body with a tearing sound. It was so hard and sudden, that I gasped into his mouth.
Seconds later, I felt him fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. The rasping sound of them unzipping only fueled the boiling blood in my veins. It coursed harder, rapidly sending blood down to my clit, making it pulse with need.
The hot, blunt crown of his penis ran the length of my outer lips. At the first touch of the head against my clit, I detonated. Throwing my head back, I cried out in surprise as lights danced at the back of my eyes.
Seven years of buildup detonated through me like a punch to my entire body.
Jack’s large, and by large I mean fucking huge, erection started to press inside of me, and I was right there on the brink of climax yet again. With a few short thrusts and then a deep plunge, Jack was deeply embedded inside of me.
“Do it.” I demanded huskily.
I was filled to the brink of too full, but my body didn’t seem to care. Didn’t care that I was just as tight now after seven years of nothing but a few fingers entering, than I was when I’d lost my virginity in the first place.
I was bouncing against him uncontrollably, trying to get him to move faster, harder. However, the man had plans of his own. Leaning me back over the back of the couch and down the arm, he pulled out nearly all the way, and then slammed back inside me. Hard.
He looked into my eyes, as if in confirmation that I was all right. Satisfied with what he saw, he let go of his iron control and took me. Deep hard stroke after deep hard stroke, filled me up to bursting.
Not satisfied with the fact that I was still wearing ninety-nine percent of my clothes, he started yanking at the neck of my dress trying to undo the buttons. The first three were easy for him, but when he got to the zipper, he was over the hassle. Fisting the two sides of the fabric, he gave one sharp pull and my dress tore at the seams.
“This was a fifty dollar dress!” I panted.
“Fuck the dress.” He grunted.
Pulling down on the cups of my bra, my breasts bounced free, and he gave a sigh of relief. Cupping them in the palm of his hands, he leaned down and desperately sucked one, and then the other. Flicking his tongue over the turgid tip in between sucks.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” He said, getting back up to his feet and taking my hips in his hands.
Each stroke of his cock inside me started me up that peak again and soon I found myself teetering on the edge. Sensing my pending orgasm, Jack reached forward and took one nipple between his fingers, twisting hard.
That roughness was just what I needed and it sent me hurdling over the edge. Back bowing up, I flew apart, shattering into a million pieces.
Distantly I heard Jack’s growl of completion follow immediately after mine, but I was too lost in my own little world to acknowledge it.
Coming back to earth, I found myself squished in between Jack and the couch arm. My breasts were smashed up against his sweatshirt-clad chest, rubbing nicely over the soft fabric. Jack’s head was buried in the crook of my neck, and he was panting so hard, I worried that I would have to get him a paper bag if he didn’t slow his breathing down.
“God, I’ve missed you.” He rasped.
“I’ve missed you, too. I may not have remembered that you were mine, but deep inside, I knew something big was missing. It’s what’s stopped me from ever moving forward.” I said quietly.