Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I use all my hands on him, one to cradle his balls and the other to grip the base of his cock. Jace’s groans fill the shower cubicle, and the hand on my head grips me tighter. I move up and down, varying my depth. I pause to lick the rim of his cock then I take him back into my mouth.
“I’m going to come,” Jace says in a voice that sounds as if he’s choking.
“Come, babe,” I urge.
He floods my mouth, a loud growl leaving his mouth. I swallow everything, then give his cock one final lick before standing up. I grin at him, proud of myself. Jace pulls me into his arms, crushing me into a hug. Tears fill my eyes again. Can he sense that we’re drawing to an end? I wrap my hands around his waist and hold him tightly.
“It’s my turn to wash you,” Jace says.
I laugh. “Why do I have a feeling that you might keep us in the bathroom for another hour?”
“I’ll be fast,” Jace says and proceeds to wash me. He scrubs my whole body and then puts me under the shower to rinse. Just when I think he’s going to turn off the shower, he moves me away from the water, just as I did to him, and goes on his knees.
My pussy clenches with anticipation. He lays his palms flat on my inner thighs and spreads my legs open. I whimper when his tongue connects with my sensitive folds. He nudges them open with his tongue, then finds my clit.
“Oh yeah,” I cry when he flicks on it mercilessly. My legs feel as though they’ll buckle under me. I grip the walls for support as Jace sets my whole body on fire with pleasure.
He circles my clit then sucks on it. I cry out and grip his head with my free hand. A feeling of needing his cock inside steals over me. “Jace, I want you inside.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” He gives me on last lick and stands up. He turns me around and I bend over. The tip of his cock teases my folds, making tight circles around my most sensitive bits. My pussy clenches and unclenches.
“Please, Jace. Fuck me.”
He inhales sharply. “I’ve never heard you express yourself quite so openly.”
I stiffen. Did I go too far? “Is that a complaint?”
He chuckles. “Hell no. I love it. Say it again. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He slaps my ass slightly and an arrow of pleasure shoots through me.
“Fuck me hard, Jace,” I tell him without a trace of laughter in my voice.
“Fuck yeah,” he says and penetrates me, gripping my thighs to keep me in place. He thrusts into me, pulls out immediately, and then plunges deep again.
I cry out his name as he takes me hard. His hugeness stretches and devours me. Each thrust takes me closer to the edge I crave so badly. I whimper as an orgasm rockets me.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out and in the next moment, I see stars in my eyes as convulsive waves grip me and I come in cascading waves.
Jace continues pumping in and out, his groans growing louder. When he comes, a shuddering cry leaves his mouth and he grows still. I stand up and Jace’s cock slides out of me. We rinse ourselves off under the shower, then towel off.
“The day is going to be bearable after this,” Jace says as he buttons his shirt.
“I hope so,” I tell him, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
Jace is in a rush to get to the clinic and he leaves without drinking coffee. I make some for myself and sit on the couch as I go through the day’s news. I see the piece about the woman who claims she was given sperm from the wrong donor.
I’m gazing out the window when my phone rings, making me jump. Heart thumping as if I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I glance down at the screen. Amelia. My heart drops to my knees.
With trembling fingers, I press to answer. “Hey Amelia,” I say in what I hope is a breezy voice.
“Hi, Olivia. I’m glad I got you. We have verified the facts and yes, there was a surrogacy agreement between Susan and Mike and the woman they used.”
I have trouble keeping up with the way she’s talking fast and the fear coursing through my veins.
“We’re going ahead with the interview. We’ll do it here at the magazine. Saturday at ten in the morning. If it’s not enough, you can continue on Sunday. I’m so excited about this, Olivia. I know you’ll do a fab job.”
She disconnects and I’m left holding the phone to my ear. I feel sick. What am I going to do? I’ve been holding on to false hope, telling myself that the couple will change their minds or that Amelia can’t verify the story.