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)
Stiffening his tongue, he used it to fuck me. In and out, over and over. By the time he was lifting his head, I was a whimpering mess. I wanted his rock hard cock inside me now. Then I wanted him to fuck my so hard the fitted sheet came off the mattress.
“Fuck me. Hard.” I demanded with a growl.
His eyes lit and he grabbed ahold of my hips, flipping me over so my face was buried in the mattress. “Ass in the air.”
I obeyed, and got to my knees and elbows, wriggling my ass at him. Another growl from him had me practically panting and begging him to fill me. “Please.”
The bed dipped behind me, and it wasn’t long until the coarse hairs of his legs rubbed against mine, as he straddled my legs. His cock poked me as he got into position behind me, and I gritted my teeth, trying my hardest not to grind against him.
I squeezed my eyes shut as he ran his finger from my perineum down to my clit, and gave it a flick. Need shot through my body and I was done. Seeing I had to take things into my own hands if I wanted him to stop going slow, I went down from my elbows to my shoulders, face flat against the mattress. Reaching my hand between my legs, I found his thigh and traveled north until I encountered his balls.
Gently cupping them in my hand, I gave them a light squeeze. When I still didn’t get the response I wanted, I gave a rougher squeeze, and started to pull gently forward. Which meant that if he didn’t want balls to be pulled, he had to come closer.
He came closer.
When the head of his cock made contact with my wetness, he seemed to lose whatever control he’d been holding back with.
His knuckles grazed mine as he grasped his cock, lined it up with my entrance and then slammed inside. It was such a hard thrust that my knees left the bed for a few precious moments before they fell back to the mattress when he pulled back.
Letting go of his balls, I dropped my hand to my own body and felt where he entered me. My opening was stretched to the limit with his thick length, and I marveled at the way our bodies fit together so perfectly.
His next thrust didn’t lift me off the mattress, but it did nearly knock the breath out of me, and shoot me from almost there, to there in that one single plunge. My eyelids slammed shut and I bit the comforter in hopes that I would stifle the scream that poured out of me. Wouldn’t be good to wake Tai up this early, seeing as it was only two in the morning.
Jack’s rhythmic pounding turned sporadic and desperate as he searched for a release of his own. Grunting and groaning, he let out a guttural “Fuck!” and dropped.
My knees went out beneath me, pinning my hand underneath my hips, still feeling the connection of our bodies. Unintentionally, I started rubbing, liking the tingles that shot through my still throbbing body as the heel of my hand came in contact with my clit.
I could feel Jack’s cock surge back to life inside of me as he felt what I was doing, but just as he got back up to his elbows and gave that first long delicious slide out of my body, his cell phone rang from the night stand.
He ignored it.
Lifting my left leg and wrapping it around his hip, he surged impossibly deeper.
“Fuck.” He drawled out as he moved in and out.
His entry was slicker this time, due to both of our releases. It felt hotter this way. More naughty. More erotic.
Our lovemaking was just that, making love. This wasn’t sex, or fucking. This was coming together, being one, in its truest form.
By the time we both found our releases, we were exhausted. Pulling out slowly, I grimaced at the wetness between my thighs. The thought was fleeting though, because I was just plain exhausted. After a twenty-four hour shift, throwing my guts up for thirty minutes, and then the last hour of vigorous sex at nearly two in the morning, I was just plain done.
I was in the in between state of awake and asleep when the vibrating of Jack’s phone started again for the fifteenth time. I buried my face into the clean comforter, vaguely remembering Jack ask me what I’d done with the spares while I was puking.
The bed shifted behind me, and Jack’s gravelly voice answered with a rough grunt of “Hello.”
Jack’s body tensed behind me, and I knew he was going to go. Something was wrong, but I just didn’t have the strength to care. “I’ll come up there and take a look.”
Jack moved from the bed and then pulled what felt like a t-shirt over my head before covering me back up with the covers. I murmured a sleepy “thanks” into my pillow.
Then I was asleep.
***
I felt the covers shift behind me, but not the jostle of Jack getting back in bed.
Cracking my eyes open, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, but didn’t move anything but my lids. Seeing that it was three after four in the morning, I was drifting back to sleep when a hand found its way into my hair. Instead of being gentle, the hand took a firm grip and yanked.
I woke to a hundred percent alertness. Every trace of sleep was knocked out of my system so brutally that I was hyper aware of my surroundings. That’s how I found myself with my arm up behind Jack’s pillow palming the .40 caliber Glock that he kept there at all times.
I contemplated my options. I knew I was going to shoot him, but with it being so dark, I couldn’t exactly see where he was. I knew it was a man by the sheer bulk of his body. He was pinning me to the bed with his massive chest over mine. Then I decided that it didn’t matter if I could see him, only that I could feel him.