Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Jaxson pressed up onto his palm, using his other hand to grip his cock and press it to my lips. He rubbed the tip of himself along the seam until I opened, and then he dipped in just enough for me to swirl my tongue around him.
“Wider.”
Fuck. I opened more, and he slid in deeper, withdrawing only a moment before he pressed in again.
“Come on, baby. Open up for me.”
I arched my head back, closing my eyes and doing everything in my power to school my breathing.
I can do this. I can take more.
Jaxson slid in again, slow and steady, and I felt that same sensation I had before even stronger. He stretched my throat, pushing in deep until I gagged.
“Goddamn,” he praised, pulling all the way out and stroking himself while I caught my breath. As soon as I did, I pulled him back to me.
If Jaxson was surprised, he didn’t show it. He let me take control, let me guide him into my mouth again, and I arched as much as I could to open my throat and let him in.
It was so fucking hot. He was literally on top of me fucking my throat.
The filthiness of that made me moan, the noise vibrating around his cock, and he flexed in deep with a groan ripping from his chest.
And I… was pretty sure I could come, just like this.
I reached between my legs, and just a brush of my fingertips against my clit told me I was accurate in my assessment. I bucked my hips against my hand as Jaxson cursed and slid in deeper, withdrawing, then pushing in again, over, and over, and over.
“That’s my girl,” he husked, palming my breast roughly. “Fuck your hand while I fuck your mouth.”
He slid in so deep I gagged again, but the sound of it, the way he moaned like it was the hottest thing in the world made me circle my clit faster. I was so close. I was going to—
No.
Just before the flames could catch, Jaxson withdrew everything — his cock, his mouth, his hands. I was ready to whine and throw a fucking fit, but before I could, my ass was lifted off the ground.
Jaxson literally bent me in half.
My head, neck, and shoulders were still on the floor, but the lower half of me was suspended, ass resting against Jaxson’s chest as he positioned himself between my legs. He looked down at me with a greedy sweep of his eyes over my body, and then he grabbed hold of my thighs and spread me more.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he said, running his tongue flat and hot between my legs. I shook, my orgasm kicking back to life. “I want to watch you when you come on my tongue.”
All words were gone after that.
He descended, and I realized then that everything before had just been a tease. Because he knew. He knew exactly how to lick me and suck me to make me unravel, knew just the right way to curl his fingers inside me and stoke my climax to the surface.
I writhed and bucked as he held me in place. It was both too much and not enough. I chased it as much as I ran from it. But my release caught me, fire licking at the edges of my vision before it took me under a roaring inferno.
I cried out his name, fisting my hands in the comforter as if that could tether me to the Earth. It was useless. I spun into outer space, my orgasm rocking through me in intense, body-breaking waves as Jaxson held me to his mouth and devoured me like eating my pussy was his favorite thing in the world.
I rode it out, every last drop, until I had no choice but to fall limp in his grasp. When I did, he smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to my clit that made me shake like a leaf.
Then, slowly, he lowered me to the ground, crawling his way up my body until he captured my mouth with his. I tasted myself on his tongue, and that, combined with his rock-hard erection pressing against my thigh, wound me up like a music box.
I was ready for more.
“Jaxson,” I whispered against his lips, and then I bucked against him, telling him what I wanted without saying a word.
He kissed me hard, meeting my need with his own. Then, he pushed up long enough to reach for his pants. He grabbed his wallet out of the pocket and fished out a gold packet.
I tried to snatch it out of his hands, but he pulled back.
“Not even going to congratulate me on my win?” he asked, arching a brow.
I narrowed my gaze before grabbing the condom, ripping the foil with my teeth and tossing the wrapper aside.