Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“No, our biggest problem was not talking at all,” he admits, his hand moving to my hair, his fingers massaging me.
“I need this because I want to prove to both of us that we’re on the same page here.”
“A blow job is going to do that?” he asks with a smirk, the twinkle back in his eyes.
“Well, no, but I’m horny and haven’t had sex in a very long time. You do the math.”
“Katie…” he sighs.
“If you don’t want me, Jake, you need to tell me now. Because, for me, there’s no going back. I’m all in with you. When I look at you, I only see the future.”
He studies me and my heart squeezes inside my chest. For a moment, I’m afraid he’s going to call a halt to everything. I reach for my robe, needing to cover up. Before I can, Jake reaches down and grabs my hand.
“I am your future, Katie. We’ve been in love with one another most of our lives. It’s time we put away fear and walls. There’s just you, me, and the family we build, Sunshine. There’s no room for anything else.”
I pull my hand back and sit up. “Undress for me, Jake,” I whisper bravely. This wasn’t how I saw the night going. I didn’t mean for us to have a deep conversation, but maybe this is where Jake and I are now. We spent so much time in our past not talking that we both want to make sure we keep a dialogue now.
I like that idea. Hell, I like everything about being with Jake. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs. I lick my lips as he continues. His hands move to his belt. The breath stalls in my chest.
“You keep showing me that pretty pink tongue of yours and I’m not going to be able to hold back, Sunshine,” he growls.
“Less talk, more stripping, Cowboy,” I grumble, making him laugh.
“Life is never going to be boring around you, Katie,” he jokes, pushing his jeans down, revealing that even after all these years he still goes commando. He always comes to bed in loose clothes to sleep. I just didn’t investigate to see what he wore through the day. Jake and I have a lot of discovering to do with one another.
I swallow when he stands in front of me completely nude. Jake has always been beautiful, but I swear the man has just gotten better with age. My mouth goes dry as I take him in.
“Like what you see?”
I force my gaze to move away from his hard cock—that’s so swollen and tight you can see the rigid contour of his veins—to his face.
“Come closer, Jake, please?” I beg. You can hear the aching hunger in my voice, and I don’t care. I need him.
He groans as he does as I ask. His cock bounces with just the few steps he takes. When he gets in front of me, I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock, squeezing. He’s hard as a rock and yet soft in my hand. The heat rolling off him floods through me as I stroke him.
“Fuck, yes…” he hisses as my thumb slides against the head of his cock, gathering precum and painting it all over his head.
With each stroke, more and more precum gathers. There’s so much that it begins drizzling down his shaft.
“Do you know what I’ve wondered since we’ve been sharing a bed, Jake?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“What’s that, baby?” he asks, and chills move over me as I hear the need in his voice.
“If you taste the same as I remember. For almost a year after you left, I used to stay awake at night remembering the taste of you and needing it so much that it physically hurt.”
“Christ, Katie…”
“Now, I have you again and I’m never letting you go,” I confess.
I run my tongue over the head of his cock, tightening my hand as I stroke him. Instantly, precum coats my mouth. I hum around his shaft as I begin to use my hand and mouth in tandem.
I feel his fingers sifting through my hair, hear the way he breathes my name, and it all just adds to my hunger. I slide his cock deeper into my mouth now, feeling him push against the back of my throat. He’s so big that it’s a struggle to take him in, but I manage it. I suck harder as I pick up speed. I need his cum. I want it.
It’s mine… He’s mine.
I palm his balls with my free hand, rolling them, lightly massaging them while I continue to suck. I work his cock in all the ways I remember he loved the most in the past. I moan because, I swear, I could come like this.