Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
“Several things. Do you prefer hot or cold climate?”
“Hot. I’m sick of the cold. I’m always at risk of freezing to death in the shower, and I can hear my knees pop each time I wake up.”
“You’re twenty-two, Jenny, and you run five miles every day. If there’s any knee popping around here, that would be mine.”
“Oof. Spoken like a true old man.”
His eyes crinkle at the corners. “Who are you calling old man?”
I tut and take a bite of my pancake. “Before we know it, I’m going to need to lift that meat between your legs and pump it for an hour to make sure it stays up.”
Jackson’s grin is so wide that I raise a brow, laughter bubbling inside me. “Is that so, baby girl?”
“You need to keep up with little ‘ole me,” I taunt.
He doesn’t say anything, just taps his fingers on the table. The silence stretches on, the smile never leaving his face.
When I can’t take it anymore, I cross my arms over my chest and tilt my head to the side. “What?”
“I’m just thinking what else that mouth can do aside from spewing lies.”
I gasp. “Lies?!”
Jackson shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee, eyeing me over the rim of his cup. I stand abruptly and stalk toward him. He follows me with his gaze until I’m standing in front of him.
“You wanna know what else this mouth can do?” I challenge him, but he doesn’t rise to the bait. With a huff, I go down on my knees and palm his cock through the thin fabric. In seconds, it grows in my hand, getting harder and harder. Jackson’s face darkens, and he swallows hard. “Let me show you, old man.”
I reach inside the waistband and let out a whimper when I find he’s wearing nothing else underneath. My fingers can barely wrap around his thick girth as I pull it out. It’s massive and veiny, and I wonder how it managed to fit inside me.
Whatever.
My eyes don’t leave his as I drag my tongue along his length. His hips buck, and he hisses, his fists digging into his thighs.
I moan, and the vibration makes him clench his jaw and scrub a hand across his face and through his hair. “Jesus, fuck, baby.”
I take him inch by inch, my eyes tearing as he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t stop. I slide his cock in and out of my mouth, using my hands to pump the base of his shaft and fondle his balls.
Jackson growls and his hands tunnel through my hair, guiding my head, moving me the way he wants to. Saliva pools in my mouth and leaks in the corners of my mouth. It’s messy and filthy.
I love it so much.
Jackson’s nostrils flare, his eyes squeezed shut. I know he’s trying his best to swallow back the sounds he wants to make. Meanwhile, there’s me on my knees, sucking and slurping and milking him for all he’s worth.
His thighs tense, and I keep the rhythm, bobbing my head up and down until he grabs the back of my head to keep me in place. I follow like a good girl, like HIS good girl.
The first spurt of come makes me gag, but I don’t pull away. Instead, I swallow every drop, not caring if I look like a mess.
By the time I lift my head, Jackson is slumped on the seat, his eyes at half-mast, his face and neck red. His heavy-lidded gaze makes me wet. Then, he leans toward me and kisses me before wiping something from my cheek. “My turn, baby girl.”
EPILOGUE
JACKSON
Life has been good. Too good, in fact, that I sometimes wake up in cold sweat, wondering if any of this is a dream. Then, Jenny stirs beside me, and all is right with the world again.
We moved across the country to a city where it never snows and seldom rains. Jenny thought this was a random choice. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Before I went to prison, I was pretty successful in flipping properties and renting some out. I made millions in two years. So when I told Jenny I’d take care of her, it wasn’t an empty promise. I had investments to back it up. I had a solid plan for her future, our future together.
She wanted to enroll in culinary school, and that’s where we’re headed on Monday. What she doesn’t know is that the school only needs her application form to process her enrollment. I deposited the funds more than a week ago.
“Okay, where are we going?” Jenny asks as she tugs on the blindfold, looking so fucking heartbreakingly beautiful in a light blue sleeveless dress. Her tits are begging me to release and worship them, but no. I can’t get distracted right now. We’ll have time for that later. All the time in the world, in fact.