Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 118459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
My pants hit the floor and Jules moves them off to the side. She’s on her knees in an instant, my cock in the palm of her hand. I go to stop her, my first instinct to make this all about her, but she pushes my hand away. She looks up at me through her long, thick lashes as her lips touch the head of my cock.
She strokes it up and down, her mouth licking the top like a piece of candy. Her tongue flicks out and swipes the bit of pre-cum from the tip.
I’m going to fucking explode.
She takes me into her mouth, pumping my length as she licks and sucks the top. I hiss out a breath and lean back, watching her make me feel amazing.
She draws her tongue up the shaft, rising up so her breasts brush my thighs, and I can’t handle it. I’m going to burst in her mouth and that’s not what I want.
I pull my dick back and before she can speak, my mouth is on hers. I can taste myself as her tongue licks into mine. I grab her hips and pick her up, sitting her on my lap facing me. She places one leg on either side of my hips, my cock sticking straight up against her belly. She palms it in one hand, pushing it against her body as her mouth works feverishly against mine. I can feel her wetness slide against me as she tries to work her clit against me.
I run both hands under her ass and lift her. She assists in positioning herself over my cock, but I grab her waist and hold her in place. I want to savor this and I can tell that if she has her way, I’ll be losing myself sooner than later.
Holding her by the hips, I slide her slowly down onto me. Almost possessively, I control her descent until I’m completely buried inside her. She begins to moan, but I capture it with kisses. I work her hips in a circle, feeling her body clench as it moves around on my length. She tosses her head back and I lick her nipples, feeling them harden against my tongue. Working my hands beneath her again, I work her up and down slowly, feeling her pussy work my cock. Fuck, I’m close. I lick her neck, nibbling at the spot just behind her ear that’s always made her crazy. The sounds that escape are the sexiest I’ve ever heard.
She wraps her arms around my neck and takes control, pumping up and down harder, faster, gyrating in small circles at the bottom to hit her clit. She groans in what must be a mixture of pleasure and pain as the head of my cock massages the back of her body.
My mouth is on her, any skin exposed is fair play. I lick, kiss, and nibble everywhere. My hands are on her ass, feeling it jiggle with every movement.
It’s. Fucking. Perfect.
Her tits bounce in my face, my stubble razing across her skin. She reaches down and grabs one and brushes it against my face, letting the five o’clock shadow scratch the skin, so I turn my face into it and suck the delicate skin.
I feel her body clench around me and I know she’s getting ready to let go. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes have that glossy look that comes right before she goes over the edge. A look I’ve remembered in my dreams more nights than I can count. A look that I plan on putting on her face every night for the rest of my life.
She begins to whimper and I can’t hold it back any longer. My senses are overloaded: sight, sound, smell, taste, feel . . . everything is completely overstimulated in the very best way.
My legs begin to shake as my orgasm builds. She works harder against my cock, slamming herself down, her tits bouncing against my face. I feel her muscles clamp down on me and I watch as a wave of pleasure washes across her face. Her long hair falls back, off her face, and she continues to grind herself against me.
And I let go.
I explode into her body, filling her with my orgasm. I pull her head down to mine and kiss her while we ride the high.
Finally, I lean back and pull her on top of me. I kiss her forehead as she cuddles into my chest. She looks up and we lock eyes and I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking: this is where we were both meant to be.
FORTY-FIVE
CREW
The bag hits the deck of the shipyard with a thud. I’ve tossed a hundred of these fuckers this morning. They’re heavy but a good workout . . . as long as my neck doesn’t scream with pain. I’ve been babying it as much as I can and it’s been sore but not agonizing. I’ve gotten a few raised eyebrows, but that’s been it.