Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
How was I supposed to turn that down? I didn’t. I couldn’t. I’d be a fuckin’ idiot if I did.
By the time we made it into the hot tub, it was a little past seven at night. The sun was descending over the horizon, creating the perfect painting in the sky. The pinkish, purple hue mixed with a few clouds looked breathtaking and stunning. Almost as beautiful as Harley did in her tiny bikini.
The second I saw her in nothing but string, I knew I was done for.
“This feels amazing,” she practically moaned as she stepped into the heated water. I followed suit, making my dick twitch in my swim trunks from her sultry tone.
Since there was no way in hell I could sit next to her without getting hard, I sat on the opposite side of the tub.
Calling me out, she questioned, “Why so far away?”
I smiled, despite my mind being twisted up with thoughts and emotions I couldn’t control, label, or even understand.
I wanted her more than I ever wanted anyone.
Craving to kiss her.
Yearning to feel her lips.
To taste her.
To touch.
To really make her mine.
With a set of hazy eyes and a soaking wet body, she stood. Standing in front of me, smirking.
Waiting.
I rubbed my first two fingers over my lips, contemplating what to do next. I knew what I wanted, and as much as I tried to talk myself out of it...
I couldn’t.
The urge was too powerful.
Too consuming.
“Baby girl,” I rasped, hanging on by a very thin thread.
“I love it when you call me that.”
I leaned back against the hot tub, taking a second to look at her. To really appreciate the beauty of Harley Jameson. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were dilated. She was a fuckin’ vision I was addicted to.
She was my addiction.
Our time together was never enough, and even when we were in each other’s presence...
I wanted more.
I wanted everything.
All or nothing.
She was my muse.
My biggest inspiration for all my videos.
Little did she know, I recorded her a lot. Oblivious to how many times I’d watch her over and over again. My favorite content to look at.
Gorgeous.
Stunning.
Goddamn breathtaking.
Her hair was flowing loosely around her face. Her eyes alive and vibrant, as if they were thriving in my direction.
Deep breaths, Jackson. Deep fuckin’ breaths.
She was mere inches away from me, and I swear I could smell her arousal. My girl was turned on.
She wanted...
Me.
“You’re drunk,” I stated the unmistakable.
“So are you.”
“No shit.”
“What do you wanna do?”
“Exactly what you’re thinking.”
“So do it.”
“Harley—”
“Come on, Jackson. This ain’t the time to pussy out.”
I growled, “Who you calling a pussy, Gremlin?”
She shrugged. “I call it like I see it.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Harley.”
“I mean... You’re quarterback Jackson Pierce, the god, the legend, the man of all men, and here you are with your dick tucked between your legs. What a letdown. Good to know the rumors were lies. I always knew you didn’t have it in you to—”
Crudely gripping onto the back of her neck, I tugged her toward me. Slamming my lips against hers, silencing her with one rough kiss.
One hell of a kiss.
I kissed her like I was never going to see her again.
Like she belonged to me.
Like she was home.
She would always be my home.
I kissed her ... like I fuckin’ loved her.
She matched every beat, every moment, every feeling and emotion ... times ten.
The world stopped spinning, and time stood still.
Gripping onto the back of her thighs, I effortlessly carried her into my lap to mold us into one person. Our hearts beating profusely in line with one another.
Panting.
Groaning.
Needing.
Longing.
I was putty in her hands.
My cock throbbed.
My balls ached.
Her pussy was right there against my dick.
When she started rocking her hips, I almost lost my shit.
Taking her right then and there.
“Fuck me, Gremlin,” I urgently rasped against her mouth.
“Okay.”
“Harley, you don’t know what you’re saying. You’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk anymore.”
I groaned from deep within my chest as she grabbed my hands and brought them up to her tits.
“Touch me, Jackson. Please...”
“There’s only so much restraint I have left. You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Yes, I do. Please...”
When I didn’t knead her breasts, she did it for me. Holding my large, callused fingers within hers, she rubbed herself all over.
“I’m gonna die.”
“Don’t die,” she panted, swaying her hips faster and harder against my hard as rock dick. Water splashing everywhere all around us, smacking into our frenzied skin. Soft moans escaped her lips. Her fingernails dug into my back as she continued to ride me.
She was like an angel and a demon at the same time. She was sinful as much as she was heavenly in my arms.
“I want you ... please...”
“I can’t. Not like this.”
“Come on ... please... Just fuck me, Jackson. It means nothing.”
I stopped kissing her.
Stopped touching her.
Never once wanting to pull away, I had to. Looking deep into her eyes, I interrogated, “Is that how you think I’d take you?”