Total pages in book: 436
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
“But,” he said, stopping his hand and then moving back to my knee, “I would be okay if you just wanted a nice fire, some good wine, and deconstructed s’mores. I could get you home at a semi decent hour even.”
I swallowed all the apprehension I’d been feeling.
Who said I couldn’t be on a level playing field with a Wright? Just because they had money and prestige didn’t mean shit. Jensen wanted me, and I definitely fucking wanted him. Stopping myself from having the hottest rebound of my life sounded ludicrous.
“What happened to, don’t plan on getting any sleep tonight?” I whispered huskily. I leaned forward, sliding his hand back up my leg.
My own hands moved to the hem of his T-shirt and ran along the exposed skin just north of his jeans. He inhaled deeply at my bold move. Whatever hesitation I’d had from my discomfort or the sudden change of plans disappeared at that touch.
He shoved one of his hands up into my hair and kissed me like a dying man begging for his last breath. Our bodies were perfectly in sync. One moving against the other in harmony, unbroken by any of the million little thoughts that had flitted through my mind before coming to this moment. There was only me and Jensen. And I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted or needed.
Heat suffused us from the warmth of the roaring fire in the grate and the friction we were creating with our bodies. Jensen’s mouth on mine pulled the pin on a grenade, and as his hands dragged my shirt over my head and slipped me out of my jeans, the tension exploded between us.
I forgot that I had once been cold and just marveled in everything that was Jensen Wright. I kissed my way down every inch of his six-pack abs. Then, I unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants to his ankles. He bulged out of his boxer briefs, and I licked my lips. I was one of those freaks of nature who loved giving blow jobs. I loved making a man squirm underneath my ministrations. And Jensen certainly didn’t object when I removed him from his pants and dropped my mouth over the head of his dick.
I licked all around the head and then down the shaft. His hand buried itself into my hair as I took him fully in my mouth. And his gasp made it all worth it. I bobbed up and down on his dick like I was deep-throating a Popsicle. His eyes were hazy and unfocused as I worked my magic. I could feel him getting close, and he grunted.
“Emery,” he murmured to warn me. Proper etiquette and all.
But I had no intentions of stopping.
I sucked him off until hot liquid filled my mouth, and he was shuddering in ecstasy. I pulled back from his cock, braced myself, and then swallowed his cum like a champ. His smile was infectious.
“Holy fuck, woman,” he growled.
He didn’t even wait for a response. He pushed me back onto the fur rug, opened my legs wide, and buried his face between them. I cried out as he lapped at my clit while his fingers dug into my inner thighs. My back rose off the rug as trembles ran through my body. He slowly inched one hand down to the lips of my pussy and tenderly stroked my opening.
“Oh God,” I cried out when he inserted two fingers at once inside me.
He didn’t pump in and out like I’d thought he would, but instead, he strummed the inside of me like he was playing a guitar. My body responded like a harmony.
I tried to close my legs as pleasure hit me from head to toe, but he just forced my legs further apart. Then, he reached out with his free hand and tweaked my nipple. I nearly came right there. My nipples were unbelievably sensitive. And, since I responded so well, he left his hand there, playing with my nipple, until I cried out, and my orgasm hit me full-on.
My legs seemed to have a mind of their own, shaking like I’d just run a marathon.
“I take it back,” he said, kissing up my orgasm-flushed stomach and then to my nipples. He lavished each one with his tongue as I writhed beneath him. “I like your screams as you come better than your groans as you ride me. I wonder if I would like your screams as you rode me the best.”
“Do you want to find out?” I breathed suggestively.
“I want to find all the ways to make you scream.” He nipped at my nipple, and I cried out all over again. “Fuck, woman. Fuck.”
I could feel his dick against my leg, already hard again. I lazily stroked my hand up and down his cock, and it was his turn to twitch at the movement.