Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Then I get down on my knees again, and I swallow his cock.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” Jude grabs my head, yanks me against him. My face is up against his pubic bone, and his dick is down my throat, and I am so fucking turned on. I need to wind him up now. I have to show him I can make him feel spectacular. So, I give him even more. I slide a hand between his legs, press a finger against his ass.
He grips my hair. “You can’t do that.”
I believe in listening to a lover, so I ease off, slowly and torturously, my tongue flicking over the head as I go. “Which part? This?” I ask innocently, then tease at his hole with my finger, pushing the pad inside again. “Or that?” I ask as I draw the head of his cock between my lips once more.
A tremble racks his body. “All of it. I’ll come on your face in seconds, but I really want to come on your chest.”
There he goes again. Taking control.
We’re dried off and in his room in two minutes flat.
When he falls snow-angel style on the bed, I’m pretty sure the only thing I’m going to ponder for the rest of the night is how to make him lose his mind.
I kneel between his thighs, spread them apart, and reach for the lube on his nightstand.
I’ve only thought about this five thousand times, and still I’m jittery, like it’s my first time having sex.
But it’s my first time with Jude, and that’s all that matters.
Maybe the first of many times with him?
Nope. Can’t go there, won’t go there.
As I drizzle lube on my palm, I meet his gaze. “Show me what you look like when you’re getting off to me.”
Jude grabs his cock, stroking it for me.
I could watch him all night. I could stay in this front-row seat to his one-man sex show.
But it’s not a solo production. We’re in this scene together, and when I press a finger against his entrance, his mouth falls open. I slide my finger a little deeper.
“Yes, fucking yes,” he moans, and my God, Jude is so expressive. It’s a gift to touch him, to be the man to earn these sounds.
He grips his cock tighter, twists his wrist.
I add another finger, crook both. His entire body jumps. And the best part?
He can’t speak anymore. There are no more filthy confessions. He just grunts and groans, jerks and tugs as I open him up.
Then, everything happens in a red-hot blur. Jude bats my hand away, rises, and grabs a condom from the nightstand. “Lie down so I can ride your dick.”
I thought I was in control. I thought I was topping him. But when I shift to my back, and he rolls the protection down my shaft, then straddles me, I know that was a lie I told myself.
I am only ever pretending to be in charge. He’s got me in his hands.
All I can do is let him weave his magic.
And holy hell, Jude is magic as he presses my cock to his ass, then as he guides me inside.
His face is etched with intensity from the initial invasion. His jaw is tight, his mouth a straight line. Then, he lets out a sexy gasp, his gorgeous mouth parting as he sinks onto my dick with a heady groan.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he murmurs, his eyes falling shut.
I can’t look away.
When he takes me all the way, I’m not sure I can withstand the pleasure of fucking him.
But I’m willing to try.
I wait for him to give me a sign, letting him adjust. His shoulders relax, then his hands brace on my pecs. When he opens his eyes, those blue irises gleam with wicked delight. He bends closer to my face, his breath coasting over me. “Fuck me now,” he demands.
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I thrust up, pumping my hips, driving into him.
He fucks me right back, riding my cock, working his hips.
Soon, I don’t know who’s setting the pace or who’s keeping the rhythm. But it doesn’t matter. We’re both in this. For several fantastic filthy minutes, we screw like that. He rides me, and I drive into him. We sweat and groan and get lost in each other.
When he wraps a hand around his length, stroking hard and fast, my mind spins faster.
I won’t last much longer—not when he’s jerking his cock with such purpose. Not when his potent need is written in every twist of his wrist, every swivel of his hips.
“Do it,” I urge. “Come on my chest.”
Seconds later, he growls and shoots all over me. Those neon signs in my brain go haywire. They light up the night sky.
I’m this close to the edge, and there’s only one more thing I crave.
In seconds, I roll him, switching positions, so he’s under me. Pushing his knees up to his chest, I sink back inside him. Jude slides his hands up my back and into my hair. “Kiss me,” he demands like he knew why I did this.