Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 192134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 640(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 640(@300wpm)
It lasts for ages, and I don’t want it to stop. The pulsing, the pleasure, the intensity that wracks my body. That turns my mind into a neon haze.
I am swimming in ecstasy and I don’t want to come up for air.
Except I do, because on the other side is Jesse.
The man I’ve wanted for years.
And I’m having him.
As I push up on my elbows, my face hot, my hair a mess, he rises too.
His eyes are feral, hungry. He licks his lips in a way that makes me want to lick them too. To lick every inch of him.
“Your turn,” I say, feeling all kinds of bold and naughty.
“If you insist,” he rasps out.
“I absolutely do,” I say, and in seconds we trade off. He’s on his feet, and I like this.
I am so up for this.
Or down, I should say.
I slide my hands along his hips, over his thighs as I get off the bed.
I drop to the floor on my knees, wrap a hand around his hard shaft, and squeeze.
He shudders. “Fuck, baby. That’s so good, but I need those sexy lips on me.”
I arch a brow, playful. “You sure?”
He curls a big hand around my head. “So damn sure.”
I press a kiss to the tip.
“Ruby.” It’s a warning, and it sends a hot bolt of lust down my spine.
“Yes, Jesse?” I tease, flicking my tongue against the head of his cock.
His marvelous cock.
It is indeed a marvel—thick, long, and hard for me. What more could a woman who hasn’t been laid in years ask for? Hell, what more could any woman who loves cock ask for? It is a masterpiece, perfect in every way.
Jesse groans. “Need your lips. Need them sucking my cock. Now.”
He nudges my face closer, and my skin sizzles from the roughness, the possession.
Most of all, from his need for me.
I’ve never had sex like this.
Sex so charged, both of us so hungry.
So insatiable.
But that’s how I feel with him.
I draw my lips around the head, suck him in, and swirl my tongue down his length.
He bucks against me, groaning. “Fuck, that’s good.”
His words spur me on.
His filthy commands.
Suck me deep, baby.
Like that.
Take it all.
They send a wicked thrill straight through me, and I am hot again, wetter still.
I take him all the way, gagging as he hits the back of my throat, but then relaxing so I can give it to him the way he wants.
His hands curl tight in my hair. He rocks into my mouth, and I suck and lick harder and faster till his legs shake. His knees buckle. With a hand firmly wrapped on the back of my head, he slumps down to the edge of the bed, bringing me with him as he fucks my mouth.
Then he groans, long and deep, as he warns, “Coming.”
That’s all.
One word.
And I swear it turns me on even more to do this to him, to feel him, to taste him, to drink down his release as he comes in my throat.
He pants, breathing hard, as I release him with a wet pop.
I swipe my fingers across my lips and sit back on my heels on the floor, gazing up at where he sits, dizzy and sex-drunk, looking so spent I can’t help but grin.
He notices and exhales. “Proud of yourself?”
“I’ve always wanted to make a man weak in the knees.”
He reaches out, brushing my hair from my face. “You make me weak fucking everywhere, but don’t get too cocky, woman.”
“Too late,” I quip with a pointed look at his still semi-hard cock.
“Ha ha,” he says dryly. “Just warning you that I rally quickly, and when I do, I’m coming for you and you’ll be coming for me.”
I let out a happy sigh. “I think I did test my limits,” I say, trying that on for size.
“How so?”
“I’ve always wanted knee-weakening, toe-curling, bang-me-stupid sex.”
He grins, all sweet and crookedly sexy at the same time. “Is that the kind we have?”
“Damn straight. I’m totally stupid right now,” I say, though I admit it feels a little like cheating to check off the list.
But maybe hard things are easy when they’re right.
Sex with him feels wickedly, insanely right.
But my fuzzy tongue doesn’t feel anything except wrong.
“I’m going to go brush my teeth so I’ll be ready for round three or four.” I bounce to my feet and head for his bathroom and the new toothbrush he opened for me last night, but a sound low in his throat makes me turn to face him. “Yes?”
“You look really good walking around my room naked.”
I brace one hand against the doorframe, letting it slide up as I shift my hip out, striking a pose for him. His eyes sweep up and down my body with a look of appreciation, but also . . . concentration. Instantly, I know. “You’re going to draw me like this, aren’t you?”