Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Tilting my head, I stare down at Raven, wondering if she’s like her mother. Not that I care. I’m satisfying a craving, and I guess helping her out. Who stays a virgin at nineteen? My hand tightens on her hair, and I jerk her head back, looking into her sapphire eyes as if I can find answers. They swim with desire and something else, but I’m not the one who should figure that out.
Despite how much of a bitch Rachel is, I am going to marry her. “Breathe through your nose.” I smirk as I remove my thumb and replace it with my cock.
And I forget everything else. No more listening to Rachel tell me she is breathing. All I want is to watch Raven suck and try to take my giant cock as far as she can.
She gags, but her blue eyes stay locked with mine. Back and forth, I guide her head as my balls, slick with her saliva, tighten.
“Fuck, that’s it.” She sucks harder and it feels so good, so right, that I don’t try to hold back. I shove her head onto my pulsing cock as it hits the back of her throat.
“Jesus Christ.” I hold her head tight and fucking come, my cock jerking till I feel the pleasure all the way to my toes.
I let up enough to watch her swallow my cum. She keeps sucking on me like I’m a Popsicle on a hot day, licking the tip as she takes every drop.
Then she stands and smiles as if she’s proud, and she should be. She’s made me forget everything but her, a feat that I can’t remember ever happening.
“Jett? Are you there?” My eyes stay on hers, but I walk to the bed and grab my cell.
“I need to take a shower. Talk tomorrow.” Hanging up, I look back at my Lolita. She doesn’t move, just stands naked in her fucking Chanel boots, my cum on her chin and breasts. Never have I seen anything more magnificent.
With a smile, I walk toward her, vaguely realizing that Rachel’s annoying floral scent is gone, replaced by Raven’s scent.
Orange blossoms and coconut? Whatever it is, I want to bury my nose in her neck and inhale.
As I step closer to her, fuck, she looks almost feral, with the evidence of me being her first on her thighs.
When I take her hand, she blinks up at me, and that jolt of energy almost makes me tell her to leave my room.
Because I should be satisfied.
Done.
I came. This is when I lose interest.
Instead, I walk us into my shower, push her against the glass wall, the water spilling down on us, and lower myself to eat her cunt.
RAVEN
My eyes blink open, and for a moment, it takes me a second to figure out where I am: it’s morning, not my apartment…
“Holy shit.” I bolt up, bringing the silk sheet with me as I look around for him. I’m alone, and every single filthy thing we did last night comes flooding back to me. I almost pull the sheet over my head.
“Pull yourself together.” I bite my lip, listening to make sure I don’t hear him before I get out of the bed.
Their bed.
Oh my God. I had sex, numerous times last night, in my mom and Jett Powers’s bed. I kick off the sheet and my leg muscles almost scream in protest when I try to stand.
“Okay,” I whisper, sitting back down on the edge, trying to think. Jesus, this was not what I had planned. It was supposed to be Brody, not my mother’s fiancé!
“Brody.” I stand again and almost trip over the bottom of the comforter on the floor. “Shit.” I look around, trying to find my dress, but all I see is a massive room with lots of windows allowing you to see the view from three different spots.
My cheeks heat up and I sigh, trying not to replay last night and this morning. Oh God.
Nasty.
Filthy.
And scarily addictive. I might be a terrible person, but I’m not going to lie to myself. Last night will go down as the best night of my life.
But it’s morning, and I must call Brody and break it off officially with him. And, as far as my mom goes, I have no guilt.
I thought I might, but nope, none. I almost start laughing. A bitch like her does not deserve my guilt, nor my remorse, for that matter.
Now Brody… Sighing, I grab Jett’s suit jacket, which is draped over a large leather chair, and slip into it. It dwarfs me, literally hangs on me longer than most of my dresses.
I wrap it tight around me, because it smells like him. Fresh and clean, with a touch of mint? Maybe the ocean breeze? I don’t know. Whatever it is, I love it. I need to use the bathroom, but I should get out of this bedroom. The last thing I need is poor Maria catching me in here naked, with nothing on but Jett’s suit jacket.