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)
Then, in a move bold enough it surprised me, I grabbed him — by the cock — and pulled him into me.
“It’s not a win until I come with you inside me.”
Jaxson slid his tongue along his lower lip as he watched me sheathe him, those deep blue eyes of his telling me that was a challenge he was happy to take.
Funny enough, even though it was me who’d issued that challenge, it was me now staring at his cock wondering how the hell it was going to fit.
Even struggling, I’d barely managed to fit a third of him inside my mouth. It was all my hands taking the rest of him. Then again, I had a small mouth. It would be fine.
Right?
I only half-believed in myself as Jaxson grabbed me by the hand and pulled me until I was straddling his lap, his back propped against the foot of the bed. The look in his eyes told me he had nothing but faith that I could take it.
That lit me up like nothing else could.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I pressed up onto my knees with my heart ready to race out of my chest. No number of deep breaths could soothe or prepare me. I was nervous. I was excited. I was more alive than I’d ever been with the anticipation of feeling him in the most personal, intimate way.
I rolled my hips, his shaft sliding into my wet heat. I was dripping from my release, and we both groaned at the feel of him gliding along that sensitive area. I didn’t take him inside though, not yet. I just squeezed my thighs and rubbed him from tip to base, covering him, teasing him.
Jaxson’s hands gripped my hips tight enough to bruise, like he was holding back from lifting me onto him and slamming it home.
So many times, we’d just barely touched — a gentle brush of a hand, an accidental graze of our bodies. But now, we were bared to each other, locked inside a room where we couldn’t hear all the noise telling us to stop.
I moved a bit faster, rolling my entire body with the movement as I rode him without even a centimeter of penetration. When his head dropped back on a groan, he tightened his hold on me, biting his lip.
“You’re killing me,” he said roughly.
And I loved it. I wanted more of this — the power, the excitement, the anticipation. This was the last moment we’d ache for him to be inside me without actually knowing what it would feel like. This was the only first time we’d have.
I milked it for every last drop.
My hands slid into his hair, and I yanked, exposing his neck so I could kiss and bite along the slope of it. I tracked my way along his jaw, sucking the lobe of his ear between my teeth.
“Tell me what to do.”
He shook with a vibration so strong he groaned, capturing my mouth with a bruising kiss. This was what he needed. The energy searing through him needed a release, and I knew he found it in commanding me — the same way I found my own power in knowing I could bring this grown man to his knees.
“Sit back,” he said. “Let me see you.”
I did as he asked, leaning back and bracing my palms on the floor behind me. I could just barely writhe against him like this, and he watched where his cock glided between my pussy lips like he was a starved man.
“Look at you,” he said, reaching forward to touch me. He splayed his hand over my stomach, pushing it up slowly — between my breasts, over my collarbone, until he could wrap it fully around my neck. “Such a little cock tease.”
My eyelids fluttered, stomach tightening. Why did that turn me on so much?
I dared him with my eyes to say more, to give me more, to stop tiptoeing around the words I was desperate to hear him say.
“You want to ride my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, rubbing along his length until I sat right at the tip of him. I had to press up onto my knees to do so, and Jaxson tightened his hand around my neck to steady me.
“Sit on it.”
My breath hitched, the desire to do what I was told taking over everything else. I fit him to my entrance, and then I sank down — only an inch, just enough for us to both curse and hiss and grip onto each other for dear life.
His hand slid higher on my throat until he could grip my chin and force me to look at him.
“That’s it,” he said. “But you can take more.”
I whimpered, lifting a bit before I slid down even farther. The stretch sent a shock through me, but pleasure was right on its heels, sweeping in to wash away any pain.