Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
My sex aches as I kneel before him. I drop the condom and cup his balls instead, stroking his shaft with the other.
“Suck me, Pip,” he says, pushing my head against his length.
He digs his fingers into my hair and guides my head up and down, thrusting himself into my mouth.
My spit drips down him, rolling off his balls and down my forearms.
“Deeper,” he says, his voice filled with the sexual frustration raging inside me. “That’s it. Suck it, Pippa.”
My eyes begin to water as I take him up and down my throat, the speed encouraged by his guidance.
“Good girl,” he says through clenched teeth.
He begins to swell, his balls tighten, and I brace myself for him to come in my mouth. But just as a saltiness begins to hit my tongue, he yanks my head away.
I suck in a lungful of air, gasping, and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. My eyes are blurry, but I look up at him anyway, needing to see his face.
Needing to see his satisfaction.
His eyes are dark and wild, a smug smirk gracing his lips.
“Why did you stop me?” I ask, squeezing my thighs together in a failed attempt to stop the intense throb between them.
He takes my hand and helps me to my feet. Before he answers me, he presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips.
Out of all the things that have happened tonight, it’s this kiss that leaves me speechless.
He pulls back, studying me for a few seconds. “Get on your knees on the sofa and bend over the back. I want your ass up in the air.”
My heart pumps a mile a minute as I climb onto the sofa. The cushion is surprisingly sturdy, yet the fabric is soft and not scratchy. I look over my shoulder as he stalks toward me, rolling a condom over his cock.
I consider saying something cocky—goading him a little bit—but the fire in his eyes stops me. Whatever is about to happen doesn’t need more gasoline on the fire.
And I’m ready. So fucking ready to have him deep inside me.
“Ass up,” he says.
I lean over the back. He grips my hips and pulls me back, positioning me so I'm level with him.
“I want you to remember something,” he says.
“What’s that?”
“You asked for this.”
What? I glance over my shoulder as he places the head against my opening. “Jess, I—fuck!”
He slams into me hard. With the first thrust, he’s all the way in, hitting the back, drilling into me with a force that takes my breath away.
I try to yell, but nothing comes out.
“You. Are. Perfect,” Jess hisses. “Dammit!”
He grips my waist, his fingertips digging into my skin so hard it burns. He slams into me once, twice, three times. On the fourth, a flurry of colors clouds my vision.
The combination of the rhythm and force skirts the border of pleasure and pain. It keeps me in a place of uncertainty, and that, in turn, keeps me focused on every move Jess makes.
My head hangs between my arms—but only for a minute. He grabs what’s left of my ponytail and yanks my head backward.
My neck stretches, constricting my airway, and I struggle to breathe.
“You wanted fucked,” he says, the words gravelly. “Is this what you wanted?”
I hope that’s a rhetorical question because I can’t answer it. Words are out of my reach—but an orgasm is not.
“Do you like it?” he asks. “Was it worth the wait?”
There’s nothing to say, nothing to control. There’s no safe or easy ride to the top of this orgasm. But the word “yes” is being shouted within my mind.
Yes. This. Him. All of it.
I’m flailing amid a sea of sensations—sharp, wet, smooth, and so much pleasure—that I give up. I grab the back of the sofa, squeeze my eyes closed, and clench my body around him.
“Come for me,” he demands, letting go of my hair. “Your pussy wants to explode.”
I suck in a hurried breath, barely registering my blazing scalp.
I whimper, letting my head fall. But as Jess rails me from behind, my head smacks off the wicker.
My teeth clench as my body begins to shake. “Jess …” I say, the words as shaky as my legs.
The sound of his palm connecting with my ass cracks through the air. I scream as the contact sets off a series of explosions that wreck me with the most intense, fierce—exceptional—orgasm that I’ve ever experienced.
Ever.
“What the … fuck ….” Jess sucks in a long, hasty breath.
He clamps down on my hips and shoves himself so deep inside me that I’m not sure where I start and he ends. His cock swells as he rolls his hips against my ass.
“Pippa,” he moans, dragging his palms to my bottom and squeezing my cheeks. “Fucking hell, that feels good.”
I rock against him, letting him sink as deep as he can go. Hearing my name in the middle of his orgasm might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.