Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
“Show me.” He lifts his chin as he works his belt loose.
Flushed with excitement, I don’t need to ask. I press my feet flat into the mattress and slowly inch them apart.
“Fuck,” he grumbles with annoyance, while he struggles to get his boots and jeans off. “Touch yourself for me.”
I slide my hand down. My body jerks as I massage two fingers over my clit.
“Good girl,” he rasps. He wraps one hand around his cock, pumping a few times before reaching for my nightstand.
Prickles of pleasure fan over my thighs. My teeth dig into my bottom lip as he smooths the latex down his shaft.
“Please hurry.” I hold out my hand for him.
Hi gaze slides between my face and the hand between my legs.
“I want you inside me. Now.”
He unleashes a feral growl and climbs over me. I cup his cheek and stroke my thumb against his bristly chin. He shifts his hand between us and I gasp as his cock grazes my entrance. I lift and wrap my legs around him.
We both groan as he slowly sinks inside.
“You okay?” Eyes burning, he studies my face.
Need forces me to shift my legs higher, gasping at the friction against my clit. “Yes. Please move.”
Laughing, he slips his arms underneath me and licks the side of my neck. He slowly draws back, then presses inside, working to a quick, steady rhythm.
“Better.” He kisses and sucks at my neck. “You’re all wet and ready for me? Liked me chasing you up the stairs?”
I dig my fingers into his biceps, amazed at his strength and control. “Maybe. I don’t like fighting with you, though.”
“Not a fight,” he says through heavy breaths. “A passionate discussion.”
“I like that better.”
“Good.” He straightens, pulling me up with him.
“What are you doing?” I gasp at the change in angle and friction.
“Need you to do some work but I like your tits mashed up against me.” He yanks my hips closer, coaxing me to ride up and down his cock. I wrap my arms around him tighter and bury my face against his neck. Mouth open, I moan into his ear. Kiss and suck at his neck. My thighs flex, rolling my hips, finding more of that delicious friction right where I need it.
“You feel so good.” He presses kisses to my cheek and neck. “Born to ride my dick, baby.” He gathers my hair in one hand and tugs, forcing me to meet his lust-glazed eyes. His other arm curled around my back keeps me anchored to him. Rough, calloused fingers dig into my butt and hips, turning me even more frantic.
He squeezes his eyes shut, the cords of his neck tightening with the tension of holding on. That’s what pushes me over the edge. Me. My body. How we fit so well together. I have the power to take him to the edge and push him right over.
My body seizes, stealing my breath. He seals his mouth over mine, swallowing my little cries. Pleasure showers over me, my thighs shake, toes curl as our sweaty skin slides together.
“Fuck.” Jigsaw releases my hair and squeezes my ass, pushing me impossibly closer to him, setting off more fireworks.
The intensity forces a scream out of my throat.
My world spins sideways. He drops me on the bed, pushes my legs up to my chest, and slides right back inside me. “Holy shit!” My eyes pop from the force of sensation at the new angle.
“Okay?”
“Yes. Good. Harder.”
His hips slam into me at a rapid pace, jiggling my breasts. The hot feral gleam in his eyes tips me into another orgasm, sharper in its intensity.
“Coming,” he rasps, jerking inside me, his body tight. He groans and slows into a deep grinding swivel of his hips.
We collapse in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs. He pulls my limp body half on top of him with my head resting on his chest. His heart thunders beneath my ear.
“I can’t move,” I whisper.
“Same.” He flexes his fingers over my hair, affectionately massaging my scalp.
“I don’t want anyone else.” I lift my head and kiss his chest, wishing I also had the courage to give him the three words burning in my heart.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Jigsaw
A sack of potatoes lands on my chest the next morning, waking me with a startle.
No. Not a sack of potatoes. A cat. More specifically, a cat’s ass in my face.
“Mrrrar.” Gretel turns around, her tiny paws like needles poking into my chest and rubs her head on my chin.
“You’re cute, so I’ll forgive the rude wake-up call.” I run my hand over her back. Her motorboat purrs rev into high gear and she curls herself into a circle on my chest.
“She really likes you,” Margot whispers.
“I like her too.” I tilt my head to see her better. “But her morning greeting needs improvement.”
She laughs softly. Careful not to disturb the cat, Margot lifts herself so we’re face to face. “Morning.”