Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
I reach for him with my hand, asking him to come to me, but he shakes his head, taking a loose hold at the base. ‘Take your T-shirt off,’ he orders, his voice edgy and firm. My hands go straight to the hem of my T-shirt and I pull it up over my head, revealing my breasts, tipped with hard pink buds. He smiles, his eyes sparkling. ‘Now come here.’ I’m on my knees and crawling towards the end of the bed, my eyes remaining on his arousal the whole way until the tip of my nose is touching the tip of his cock. He has something tastier than coffee. He wasn’t wrong. My tongue leaves my mouth, keen and hungry, but he pulls away before I make contact, devastating me.
‘Want a taste?’
I try to play it all cool and nonchalant. I try. But next thing I know, I’m knocking his hand away and wrapping my lips around his flesh. Jack’s stomach concaves, his body bending over to try and escape my wicked mouth. I don’t let him.
‘Holy shit, Annie.’ His hand comes to my head and presses me to him. ‘Fuck!’ His bark of shocked pleasure soon changes into a deep moan of ecstasy.
I look up as I move forward, getting comfy, loving the feel of the taut velvet skin of his manhood gliding in and out of my mouth. His head is dropped back, his throat stretched, showing every hard swallow he makes. And there are many.
He tastes divine. Better than coffee. I’ll take this over caffeine any day of the week. His hands in my hair start to meld against my scalp, and his hips start to rotate to meet the advances of my mouth. I work my hand too, doubling his pleasure. Then he adds to my pleasure, his hands leaving my hair and feeling down until he has a breast cupped in each palm. It’s me moaning now, my pace faltering for a fleeting moment while I accustom myself to the feel of him caressing my aching boobs and pump my mouth up and down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat each time. I hear mumbles, I hear moans, I hear barks of pleasure-filled despair. It all fuels me. Sliding my hand down his stomach, I reach between his thighs and stroke his heavy balls tenderly. His body convulses. ‘Ohhhh . . . fuckkkkkk.’
I smile and draw back slowly until his cock pops free, then I circle my tongue teasingly around the tip, watching him as his head goes limp, dropping. His eyes are closed, but a cheeky bite of the tip of his cock remedies that. They spring open, low and hooded and clouded with want.
‘Better than coffee?’ he asks. His chest heaves, his eyes falling to his hands moulding my breasts. I should be asking him that question, but instead of doing that, and instead of answering him, I start a punishing pump with my fist, ensuring my hold is tight.
‘Motherf—’ he chokes, jolting forward on unsteady legs, his hold of my boobs becoming brutal. I wince but battle through the slight discomfort, shooting back and forth at an epic rate. ‘Shit . . . Annie . . .’
My tongue circles his tip as my fist continues to work him, and then when I sense he’s close, I swathe the top third of his cock and suck. It’s his undoing. A flow of curses come thick and fast, and plenty of verbal warnings too. I take him all, feeling him come in long, surging pulses, his essence pouring into my mouth.
‘Oh, Jesus Christ,’ he puffs, grinding his groin against my mouth, trying to catch a breath. Pulling free and falling towards me, he flattens me on the bed with his heavy sweaty body. I smile, satisfied, and swallow. ‘You are fucking amazing,’ he pants, a dead weight spread all over me.
‘And now I really need that coffee.’
He laughs and struggles to push himself up onto his elbows until he has my face in his sights. I blank out the blemish on his cheekbone and give him a dazzling smile, feeling rather pleased with myself. ‘I’m booking in one of those for every day of the rest of our lives together.’
‘It’ll cost ya,’ I warn.
‘Name your price, baby.’
His serious demand gives me pause. I was being playful. I had nothing in mind specifically. ‘Can I think about it?’
‘Yes, but you only have until tomorrow.’ He dips and kisses my forehead, and then rolls onto his back.
I’m straight up on my elbows, looking at him lying beside me. ‘What’s happening tomorrow?’ Has he decided tomorrow is the day he’ll tell Stephanie it’s over? Once again I’m breaking out in a sweat, and it has nothing to do with the effort I just put into giving Jack head.