Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Her hands. They’re in my hair, and she’s right about the product. Her hands will be full of oil, but I don’t care.
All I care about right now is tasting her pussy, eating her, licking her, making her go wild with desire.
Her texture is like slick satin on my tongue, and the flavor… Oh God, the flavor.
Sweet, tart, unique.
Amanda. I’m tasting Amanda. I’m eating the pussy of my best friend in the world.
And damn, I’m liking it. I’m liking it a lot.
I suck and slurp and pull her labia between my teeth. She tastes so good, and I could bury my face in her forever, except…
I need to give her clit some attention. I want to make her come. I want to make her come so hard that she never forgets who did it to her. That every time she looks at me, sees my mouth, she remembers it on her pussy, eating her, giving her pleasure.
I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop. I flick my tongue over her clit once, twice, three times…
“Jackson! Oh my God!”
She squeezes her thighs around me as she pulses. I feel every contraction as if it were my own.
God, yes. She’s coming. Sweet Mandy is coming. All over my face. My face.
I keep licking her, my cock throbbing inside these damned black jeans that I wish would just dissolve into nothingness at a mere thought.
I suck, I eat, I kiss her wet thighs…
Until I can stand it no longer.
I force myself away from her pussy, and I ignore her whimper of loss.
These damned jeans. They’re tight, and they take some time to get off. I nearly fall to the floor trying to wiggle out of them, but finally I’m free. My cock is free and hard and ready.
I return to the bed, climb on top of Mandy, and thrust into her heat.
God, she’s so tight, and she lets out a scream as I invade her.
Is she a virgin? It’s not something we’ve talked about. I never thought…
And then I don’t care.
All thoughts cease.
And all I do is fuck her. Fuck her tight little pussy. After a few thrusts, I realize my eyes are closed.
Do I keep them closed? Do I look at her? Do I face what I’ve done? What I’m doing?
Mandy makes the decision for me. “Please, Jack. Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes.”
She won’t see my eyes. She’ll see the contact lenses. But I open them, and I look into hers. That lovely blue-gray.
And I feel something. Something unexpected. Something that frightens me.
But it’s not enough to stop me from fucking her amazing pussy.
I grunt, I groan, I go quickly, slowly, quickly again.
She wraps her thighs around my hips, squeezing them and making herself even tighter.
Oh my God.
I can’t take it. Can’t take it all. I fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting… And then—
Nirvana. Ecstasy. Stars and sparks and flames all at once.
I empty myself into her, and I feel…
I feel…
Like I’ve come home.
Relaxation sweeps through me, and for one moment—one amazing fucking moment—I feel lighter than air.
Until reality hits.
I’m on top of my best friend. My cock is embedded inside her.
And now I don’t know what the hell to do.
Chapter Thirteen
Amanda
My eyes are squeezed shut. I can’t open them for fear this has all been a lovely dream.
Except it was better than it’s ever been in my dreams, and I’ve been dreaming about Jackson Paris since… Well, since we both hit puberty and my hormones started racing.
My love for him has been unrequited for so long…
And now?
Now what?
I’m still not exactly sure why he did this. Why he stalked my Lustr profile and made a date with me.
Does he finally return my feelings?
I want to believe that. I want to believe it so badly. But though he likes to call me innocent, I’m not all that innocent. Not all that naive. I don’t believe for an instant that he’s suddenly realized he’s in love with me.
He must have an ulterior motive.
I open my mouth to say something, but no words emerge. What can I say? That it was amazing? Magnificent? Better than anything in my dreams?
Jackson is my best friend, and I’ve talked to him about so much.
But I can’t talk to him about this.
It’s too…
Personal?
Of course it’s personal. We just had sex. Sex like I’ve never thought possible. Granted, my experience is limited, but even I didn’t imagine it could be as good as it was.
All we did was kiss. Then he licked me, and then we had sex.
Still so much we didn’t explore. I didn’t get to touch him all over with my lips. I didn’t get to feel him suck on my nipples.
And we didn’t use any of the…implements in this room.
And oddly? I’m intrigued by every single one of them.