Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
I creep across the living room and up the two steps into his massive kitchen, taking each step carefully and adjusting to the pain within. I’ve never been so glad for the weekend. If I was heading to school today and had to spend hours sitting on the stiff chairs, I’d be in trouble, but as it is, I have the whole day to recover. Unless Colton gets his hands on me again and I have a feeling that could be a very strong possibility. In fact, I’m willing to make bets on it.
I get busy making breakfast and coffee and by the time I have everything I need, I take it all back down to the couch and sit by Colton’s head as he rests peacefully. I put his breakfast and coffee down on the table, knowing he’s bound to be hungry when he wakes. After all, he used a lot of energy yesterday.
Getting comfortable beside him, I cut off a piece of my pancake, making sure to get a bit of cream and a strawberry on my fork before delivering to my mouth with a groan. I’ve never claimed to be a good cook, but damn, I’m the fucking queen of pancakes.
Grabbing the remote, I turn on the TV and after flicking through and deciding there’s nothing holding my interest, I settle on the morning news. I watch a story on some guy who was held at gunpoint during a daylight robbery of his gas station in the town across from Breakers Flats followed immediately by a story of some big-time developer who is attempting to tear down the old mall and replace it with a new fancy one, complete with designer stores that the residents of that town won’t be able to afford to shop in.
I find myself rolling my eyes and zone out, focusing on my pancakes and knowing damn well that if Colton doesn't wake up soon, I’m going to end up eating his as well. Hell, I’m just about finished with my coffee and was eyeing his plate the whole way through that last news story.
After finishing off my plate and waiting a whole five long, impatient minutes, I reach forward and slip my plate onto the coffee table before switching it out for his. I'll make him a new batch when he wakes. I can’t have him eating cold pancakes. He’s Colton Fucking Carrington, he deserves the best. You know what, I’ll go ahead and make him another coffee too.
I get halfway through his breakfast when an arm shoots out and grabs hold of my ankle. Colton starts dragging me down the couch and I laugh as the stack of pancakes topples from my lap. “What are you doing?” I screech as he pulls me towards him.
“Breakfast,” he grumbles, his eyes blazing with need.
He doesn’t stop pulling me until his head is right between my legs and without warning his other hand shoots out and he throws me down until my back is crashing against the soft cushions of the couch.
My sweatpants are ripped down my legs and my panties all but torn straight off my body. Colton props himself up on his elbows just as I do the same, intent on watching the show. His eyes meet mine and seeing the thrilling sparkle in his, everything clenches.
My legs are tossed over his shoulders. “You wanna watch, Jade?” he questions, his tone low and grumbly, still thick with sleep but it only makes it that much better.
I bite down on my lip and slowly nod and my pussy starts pulsing. It’s as though his words have the ability to open the flood gates. I just can’t help myself around him.
He grins and keeps his eyes locked on mine as his head dips closer to my promised land. I feel his hot breath against my skin and a shudder ripples through me. He licks his lips as his fingers softly tease my pussy, starting from the top and making their way down. I suck in a breath, watching as he brings his finger to his mouth, glistening with my arousal.
He sucks them dry, his eyes somehow darkening even further. “You ate without me,” he accuses.
My tongue runs over my lips, mimicking his movements as his fingers drop back to my pussy, rubbing slow, teasing circles over my clit. “I might have eaten a little,” I whisper. “But I left dessert for you.”
“Good,” he says, his voice raspy with need. “Because I’m fucking starving.”
His head finally drops to my pussy and I squirm under his hold as his mouth closes over my clit. My eyes close and despite how badly I want to watch, my head drops down to the couch and I soak up every last ounce of pleasure until he’s throwing me right over the edge.