Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
She wrenched her mouth away from me, panting. “Keep them in,” she moaned. “Please, not yet. Just keep your fingers in me. Deeper, please.”
I pressed as far as my fingers would go, which was deep.
I listened to the sounds she made, mesmerized—how could I not? Why would I not?
“My brain is tingling,” she murmured, clearly half out of it.
I was moving my fingers in her in small, light movements but stopped at her words.
“Rose we sh— ”
She covered my hand with hers before I could think or gather the strength to pull out. “If you stop, I’ll kill you in your sleep, Jack Hawthorne. Don’t you dare.”
“Rose, if you feel—”
“I’m being serious, Jack. I’ll murder you. Please make me come on your fingers. Please. Please.”
“You’re a vicious little thing, aren’t you? And all mine.”
I took her begging lips and fucked her with my fingers like I couldn’t fuck her with my cock. I was still being as gentle as I could, but I went as deep as possible, and her body got tighter and tighter against me.
And when she came…
God, when she came it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. Her little gasps and moans were killing me, but I took them all from her until the only things heard in the room were our labored breaths and the sound her now even more soaked pussy was making.
Her body slowly melting in my arms, she twisted her upper body toward me, held my head, and kissed me in slow, maddening nips. Her hips were still twitching as I pulled my fingers out and wiped my hand on the sheets. When she turned completely, I hauled her up against me and renewed the kiss until we were on the verge of passing out.
We rested our foreheads together, just breathing. Hard.
“How is your head?” I managed to ask.
“Perfect.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. Thank you, Jack. If you hadn’t given me that, I think I was going to die.”
I was dying a slow death so I understood what she meant.
Her hand sneaked in between us, right under my pajamas. I didn’t intend to stop her. I didn’t have the strength anymore.
Her palm brushed the slick head of my cock and she ran it up and down my length, her eyes boring into mine. She bit the edge of her lip, and I could do nothing but stare. Was she really mine? Was she really my wife?
“Take me out,” I whispered, and she hurried to obey, using her other hand to pull my pajamas down.
She swallowed hard when she had all my length to take care of.
“You’re not gonna try to stop me?” she asked.
“What’s the point? You never listen to me and we already screwed up. I want your hands on me too much to try to resist you.”
“Are you saying you can’t resist me?”
“I haven’t been able to so far.”
She nuzzled her nose against mine and breathed out my name. “Jack…I want you in me.”
I grasped her head and pressed a hard kiss on her forehead. “No.”
Her grip on me tightened, her fingers not quite connecting with her thumb.
“Be rough,” I hissed.
There was a fire burning in her eyes, and I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to.
“Is that how you’re going to fuck me? Rough and deep?”
“If that’s how you like it, yes—as deep as I can get.” She moved her tight grip all the way to the base and then moved all the way up to the top agonizingly slowly. After the second tug, she tried to slip under the covers, but I stopped her. “No.”
“Why?”
“As much as I’d love to have your mouth on me, you can’t do that, not yet.”
“You’re killing me, Jack Hawthorne.”
“You already killed me when you came all over my hands. We’ll call it even.”
Her tug danced on the edge of being painful and I loved it. She picked up her pace, staring straight into my eyes.
“I can’t wait to be in you,” I whispered, holding her head in my hands. “I can’t wait to take you in any way I can, to make love to you for hours until I know you’re truly satisfied and make you moan and cry out my name. I can’t wait, Rose. I can’t wait to have you, to push into you and feel you come around me.”
She groaned. “We should do it now.”
“No. You’re gonna love it. I’ll make sure of it.” My eyes on hers, I whispered, “Faster, Rose. Just like that. Come on. Make me come.”
She slowed down, her thumb brushed the head, and my eyes dropped closed.
“I want to taste you so badly.”
“One more month,” I forced out. “One more month and I’ll let you.”
With slow but sharp thrusts, I started to thrust into her hold, and suddenly she wrapped both her hands around me to keep her grip tighter.