Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Iris…” he whispers, letting his lips close loosely around the base of my neck. It’s like he’s barely kissing as he fucks me, just letting his mouth stay in that tender position filled with sensitivity.
I pull him closer, holding him in a lover’s embrace as I begin to clench down tighter on his manhood. There’s no space left inside me that hasn’t been filled by his enormity. He ruts faster and faster, coaxing out the climax that he seems to know is right, just waiting to burst free.
I buck my hips back against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Feeling the power with which he fucks me turns me on to no end. I’m being driven to the brink. I think back to how he defended me at the diner, to moments ago upstairs when I was stitching him up—and then I go over the edge.
I try to announce it to him. I try to speak. I try to say anything. But all that comes out is a moan through clenched teeth.
My body stiffens, and every muscle in my body goes tense as my second orgasm rages through me. At the very same instant, Jameson comes, and he comes hard.
I feel his hot release shoot into me, splashing everywhere, coating my walls and filling me, causing a primal feeling to spread through me. I snatch him by the cheeks and force my tongue into his mouth, kissing him like some kind of feral animal. I just can’t get enough of the feeling of being filled with his cum. His cock pumps and my orgasm rages as he kisses me back. It’s so much I am sure I’m simply going to explode, and there will be nothing left of me but a puddle of what used to be Iris, and Jameson will be bummed out, but it will be his fault for fucking me so damn well.
Finally, I feel the last twitch of his cock and the final wave of my orgasm sweeps through me and I fall flat back onto the bed, breaking our kiss, and suck air deep into my lungs.
“Wow,” I gasp as Jameson slumps down beside me. “You are incredible.”
“Right back at you,” he chuckles, lazily stroking my hair with his hand. I can feel his eyes on me and look over to see him giving me the most charming look in the world. God, here I go, melting again.
“You didn’t even ask me if I was on birth control,” I tell him.
He simply shrugs. “Maybe I don’t care.”
For some reason, his response hits me differently than I feel like it should right now. I mean, I did just let him come inside me, and I loved every second of it. Maybe I even encouraged it. But something about the way he just casually replied to the idea of potentially getting me pregnant just strikes me as odd, and a strange feeling starts brewing inside me.
I raise myself up on one elbow and look at him. “You’re kidding, right? I mean—I am on birth control. I got on it for my acne, but you’re saying you just wouldn’t care if I got pregnant right now? I mean, Jameson, we’re barely just getting to know each other again.”
Jameson laughs, looking at me like I can’t be serious.
“Come on, Iris. Really? I’ve known you forever. So what if I’ve been gone a few years? It’s not like this is our second Tinder date or something.”
“I mean…I guess…” I really can’t decide how I feel about this, but that uneasy feeling is growing inside.
“You know what else, Iris?” Jameson asks, propping himself up and gazing at me, a tricky little smile on his face. I know that smile. He’s about to pull something on me, and it’s making me nervous.
“What?”
“I want to pay for your college.”
That is not what I was expecting. Jameson’s statement throws me for a loop. I feel myself frowning and realize I’m staring and have to shake my head to break myself out of the stun he’s just placed on me.
“Come again?”
“Your college education. The one your dad screwed you out of?” He smiles. “I want to pay for that for you. I’ve got more than enough money to pay for it. You’ve always wanted to be a doctor. I’ve got everything I need already. It’s perfect!”
He’s grinning like he just told me we both just won the lottery. I know I should be thrilled. I know I should be jumping up and down and thanking him and kissing him all over. And part of me wants to do that—a big part of me.
But another part of me is feeling strangely cautious, and I don’t know why. I suddenly feel like I’ve had a big bucket of ice water splashed in my face and have the sudden urge to leave.