Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Ma isn’t picky,” he shared. “Hound will eat what you put in front of him, avoid what he doesn’t like, but heads up. He’s a meat and potatoes guy.”
“Gotcha.”
Jagger trailed a finger down her hairline, in front of her ear, and along her jaw.
And while he did, he felt his gut grow tighter and tighter.
Archie, who didn’t miss much, didn’t miss that.
“Jag?” she called.
He held her jaw in the palm of his hand and looked into her eyes.
“It’s a miracle,” he said.
Her black eyes warmed, her beautiful face grew soft, and she asked, “What?”
“If your mom was even one percent like you, how your dad got over losing her enough to move on.”
Her eyes instantly filled with tears.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he chanted quietly. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have—”
“That’s the most beautiful thing anyone ever said to me.”
A tear stroked down her cheek.
Jag caught it with the apple of his hand.
“I hope I’m a lot like her,” she said. “I try to be.”
And I hope I’m a lot like Graham Black, but I have no idea if I am, and I never will.
“Honey,” she called.
When he refocused on her, he saw she was watching him closely.
“You’re you, and I don’t know her, but she’d have to be whacked not to think you’re the best thing ever created,” he told her.
Humor lit her features as she replied, “She wasn’t whacked.”
“Then there you go.”
“You think I’m the best thing ever created?”
“Don’t fish, you know I think you’re the shit and have since the first minute I laid eyes on you.”
That got another expression lighting her features.
“Can I go down on you now?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” he answered.
She laughed and it was half chortle, half giggle. This meant it was half sexy, half cute.
While doing it, she pushed up his chest to kiss him.
And when she was done doing that, they went inside.
* * * *
He was curved over her, moving inside her, Archie on her hands and knees under him, Jag on his knees, one of his hands laced with hers in the bed, the other one between her legs, fingers toying with her clit.
She was breathing heavy.
He was listening to it and letting the sound of it ramp him up as he alternately nibbled and tasted her neck.
“Baby, faster,” she breathed.
“In a minute,” he murmured, stroking inside slow.
Real slow.
Christ, her wet pussy felt fucking amazing.
“Jag, honey, faster,” she repeated.
“In a sec, sweetheart.”
“Then lay off my clit,” she ordered.
And have her amp down?
Fuck no.
Instead of doing what she said, he rolled it harder.
“Jag,” she whimpered.
Yeah, he liked it like that.
He grinned against her skin.
She pushed up, hard, driving back her hips so he fell to his calves and both their torsos came up.
Then she bounced on his cock.
And she did it fast.
“Damn, baby,” he teased.
“Shut up and back at my clit,” she moaned.
He didn’t backtalk and did as told.
Archie’s head fell to his shoulder, and she panted, “Ohmigod, I love your fucking cock.”
“No shit?”
“Aren’t you close?” she asked, sounding almost desperate.
“Archie, you sucked me dry half an hour ago. I’m not a jizz machine.”
She stopped and she did it full of him.
Nice.
“Jizz machine?” she asked.
“I can produce, as you’ve forced me to prove over and over. But every man’s got his limits.”
“I want you to come with me.”
“Then you’re gonna be riding for a while.”
She twisted her neck to look more fully at him. “I need you to do it now.”
He grinned at her. “Baby, just go. I’m good.”
She pouted.
Shit, she was hot.
He resumed his work at her clit, and went after her tit, her eyes closed slowly, and she started bouncing again.
“There you go,” he murmured encouragingly. “Kiss me, Arch.”
She turned to him and kissed him.
It didn’t last long before she was arcing into her work on his dick at the same time coming for him.
When she was evening out, she rode slow until she stopped, again full of him, and twisted her head to rest her forehead in his neck.
“What are you gonna do with that hard-on?” she asked, her voice gentle and sated.
“That’s my question to you,” he replied.
She chuckled quietly and said, “I told you to come with me, boyfriend. That orgasm was sweet. Now I’m about clean up and shut-eye.”
“I can do that.”
She lifted her head and looked at him.
He lifted her totally off him, put her on her back in the bed, then rested on top of her.
“You want me to clean you up?” he offered.
“Yeah, Jag.”
He touched his mouth to hers, then to the hinge of her jaw, and he left the bed.
He came back with a washcloth, took care of business, headed back to the bathroom to dump it, then out again to Archie.
When he arrived at the bed, he found her wrapped around the sheet in a way that was her signature, and an invitation, the side of her ass, hip, thigh, the curve of her back, shoulder and arm on display, hair all over the pillows.