Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
She shoved him onto the bed, which he gladly allowed. His ass hit the mattress, and he let himself fall onto his back, spreading his legs, providing her room to stand.
Jo took the hint and moved between his thighs. As she stared down at him, she whipped her tank top over her head. “Damn, those tits are perfection.” Thick and heavy with puckered nipples ready for his mouth.
“If you’re good, I’ll let you suck them,” she said.
He groaned and palmed his dick as the damn thing nearly spurted from the promise in her words. Dominant Jo was a thing of beauty. He had no problem following orders when they came from a half-naked bombshell.
“Take your shirt off,” she ordered as she shimmied her sweats over her hips, revealing smooth skin so much lighter than the rest of her. Clearly, someone had been taking advantage of the Florida sun since moving to the area.
“Yes, ma’am.” He jackknifed up and ripped the tee over his head. As the fabric cleared his eyes, he found her standing before him completely naked. The neat thatch of hair between her legs drew his attention. She’d been sweet and spicy, and his mouth watered for another taste.
But Jo had other ideas. “Lie down and scoot back.”
“Bossy.” Hell yes.
“That a problem?”
“Never. You wanna order me around and use my body to fuck away your bad day, have at it. I’m all yours.” He quickly moved up the bed until his head rested on her gray pillow.
She followed, crawling up after him. Her tits hung down, and her ass shifted back and forth, making his dick leak. “Bottoms off,” she said, kneeling next to him.
He bridged up. Before he had a chance to shuck his jeans, Jo yanked them off his legs right along with his boxer briefs, tossing them off to the side, then swung one of those shapely legs over him.
Goddamn, the woman was hotter than any centerfold. Fit, lush in all the right places, gleaming with hunger in her eyes. This was a woman on a mission. And who was he to stand in her way?
She reached over to her nightstand, where she produced a single condom. Hopefully, she had a few more stashed in there because one wouldn’t be nearly enough. Though, he had no problem working with his hands and mouth if she didn’t.
Without speaking—she had said she wasn’t in the mood for chatter—she sheathed his cock. He hissed out a curse and clenched his thighs, enduring the torture of her playful fingertips as they took their damn sweet time making sure the rubber was secure.
Her smirk had him grunting. “I know what you’re doing,” he said, voice rough.
Jo raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Once she was finished destroying his control, she gripped the base of his dick and hovered directly over him.
“Guess we’re skipping the forep—” His back bowed. “Holy fuck!” She sank down on him fast and hard in one merciless plunge of her hips. “Jesus Christ.” Flames licked over his skin. It took every ounce of control he had not to empty himself like a chump right then and there.
He breathed through his nose, nostrils flaring. Praying wasn’t his thing, but if it’d keep him from busting a nut too soon, he’d pray to every god out there.
“Damn, that’s so good,” Jo whispered. Her eyes closed, and a small shiver rippled through her. A small smile played across her lips as though she knew a wonderful secret she’d never share.
Tracker grabbed her thick ass with both hands and squeezed.
Jo’s eyes flew open. She squeaked as her pussy clenched around him and her hips jerked.
Nothing should be allowed to feel that damn good. It was the shit wars were fought over. Jo must have agreed because she rolled her hips around and around in a sensuous rhythm.
He could have spent the rest of his life watching her take her pleasure on his cock. Her tits swayed, and he had the urge to see them really move and bounce. With his hands still full of her sexy ass, he worked his arms to increase her speed.
“Oh, shit.” She gasped, planted her hands on his chest, and together they fucked her as though the devil was urging them on. She played with his nipple rings, sending sharp zings of electricity straight to his core.
“Christ, I’m not gonna fucking last,” he said as his balls tingled and tightened.
“Me either,” she said on a groan. “It’s too good.”
“Yeah? That pretty little clit’s grinding all over me, isn’t it?” he asked. Every time he rocked her forward, he made sure to thrust upward. It had to be hitting in just the right spot. And it sent him so deep into that tight pussy his eyes nearly crossed.
How fucking insane would it be to go bare inside her?