Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Bear down.
I pushed back, and a stuttered sound escaped me once the head of his cock was in. Christ, okay, breathe. The sting wasn’t too bad yet, but sharp.
“Keep going, baby,” I exhaled. “Fuck me.”
He kissed me hard and groaned under his breath, and he pushed. He pushed all the way in and squeezed one of my ass cheeks so roughly that I didn’t know what hurt more. At the same time, pleasure poured in like lava, and it was mostly just the fact that Jake was inside me. Years of wanting, doubting, pining, despairing, and falling were over.
I didn’t let go of his face, needing him to stay close to me. With our lips brushing, labored breaths mingling.
He pulled out slowly, and I moaned at the fiery sensations, before he pushed in once more.
“I can’t describe…” He drew in a breath. “How fucking good you feel.”
Those words did it for me. I melted against him and got all needy. Needy for his cock, needy to give him all the pleasure in the world.
I spurred him on when the worst of the burn had faded, and he picked up the pace and let me hear him. His groans came from deep within. His filthy whispers from Vegas were unforgettable too. I wanted to lure out the man he’d been that night, the one who was so different from my usually reserved and introspective buddy.
I flicked the tip of my tongue against his upper lip. “Gimme somethin’ unfiltered.”
He huffed a chuckle and raised a brow, at the same time as he withdrew from me. “Unfiltered?”
I nodded and braced myself internally for— “Fuck.” That. When he slammed into me again. Holy fuck. Oh my God. “Yeah. Something dirty.”
One of the corners of his mouth twisted up. “What do you wanna know? That I’ve been jerkin’ off to the thought of fucking you stupid? I have.”
Oooh, good start.
“Yeah, more of that. Tell me everything.”
But first, he was apparently gonna give me the opposite of what I wanted. He pulled out from me completely and loosened my legs from him. Then he sat back on his heels and twirled a finger in a silent “Turn around, darlin’.”
I added the darlin’. I liked being called that. I wanted to be his darlin’. Spoken with that low, not-always-subtle Southern drawl.
Eager to see what he had in mind, I scrambled onto all fours and was careful not to press my injured fingers against the mattress. I looked at him over my shoulder.
My ass definitely had his attention.
It was a fucking high to be eyed that way by him. I was losing track of the shivers he caused.
“Sometimes I stay quiet because my thoughts aren’t suitable for public consumption,” he said quietly. “I mean, we all feel that way, but when it comes to you? It’s every fuckin’ day.”
Damn.
He guided his cock back inside me slowly, and I almost lost it. This position was so much better. Fucking hell, God, right there. He reached deeper and gripped my hips tightly.
“I wanna come right here.” He slid one hand to the top of my ass. “Watch my come trickle down between your ass cheeks when I tongue-fuck you.”
Fuck. Me.
I hung my head and couldn’t help but widen my eyes a bit. He was giving it to me unfiltered—like, fucking seriously. For six years, I’d known this man. Always kind, funny, mellow, generous, and thoughtful. But I’d had a feeling. Always. There was more to Jake. He held back on a day-to-day basis. He left a lot unsaid.
He fucked me a little harder.
I moaned a little louder.
“I’ve thought about Vegas a lot,” he murmured huskily. “I should’ve fucked you in the bathroom in the nightclub. Seen if I could make you scream louder than the music blarin’ outside.”
“Christ,” I hissed. “More, baby. Please.”
“See, in my fantasies, I’m the one callin’ you baby.” He grunted as he slammed in, and I groaned as much in pleasure as in pain. “When you’re chokin’ on my cock, I’ll tell you you’re doing a good job, baby. You make me feel so goddamn good, baby. Your ass is so fucking tight, baby.”
I gasped and slapped a hand to the headboard as his cock rubbed against a sensitive spot within me. Combined with his dirty talk, I might keel the fuck over. I started pushing back with every thrust.
An embarrassingly loud moan escaped me when he reached around me and fisted my cock.
“Is that honest enough for you, Roe? I fought my attraction to you for years. I can’t do it anymore. I gave up the day you…” He sucked in a breath and rammed in punishingly hard. “A long time ago.”
He… Fuck. He was gonna say something else at first, but I couldn’t focus. I flushed with heat and couldn’t help myself. I pushed back harder and faster, fueling him, letting him know exactly what his admissions did to me. Just in case how hard my cock was wasn’t already making that clear. Jesus, I was leaking pre-come.