Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
His hands splay out over my hips, fingers teasing ever closer to my front as his tongue swirls with mine. And as his hands begin to move over my hips and then delve deeper between my legs, the heat of it all shudders through me. He pushes one hand right between my legs, and when his fingers stroke over my bare pussy lips, I crumple into him.
“Fuck, Jamison!” I moan, kissing him eagerly as he teases my pussy. His fingers roll over my clit, making me gasp and press my hips against him even harder, pleasure rumbling through me.
“Wait!” I gasp, pulling away breathlessly. “Wait, stop.”
“Ramona—”
“Stop, Jamison.”
He does, frowning as he pulls away, his chest heaving with his breath and his eyes burning into mine.
“We—we can’t,” I murmur quietly.
“Yeah, we can,” he growls back, and suddenly, he’s moving right back into me, and I’m moaning eagerly as I open my mouth for his tongue again. He grinds against me, my body aching for more as I grip him tightly to me, kissing him back with everything I have before I suddenly snap out of it once more. I pull away, shivering.
“No, wait, Jamison… we—” I swallow, both of us panting as our eyes lock. “Our parents are getting married.”
“And?”
“And it’s…” I bite my lip, losing myself in his eyes before suddenly, I’m caving all over again.
“Fuck it,” I gasp, falling into him and crushing my lips to his. He growls, his hands sliding over my hips and pinning me to the bedpost as he grinds the huge bulge in his uniform pants against me. I moan, whimpering as our tongues tease together, my own hands dropping to his waist. I tug at his t-shirt, my pulse racing as I slip my hands under to run my fingers over his bare skin.
Fuck, his abs are so hard and chiseled, the grooved lines of his hips so stupidly enticing as I lose myself in exploring him. He growls, doing the same to me as he tugs my blouse up, and when his big hands slide over the bare skin of my waist, I whimper into his mouth. One of his hands pushes lower again, slipping under my skirt, and this time, I don’t stop him. This time, I just kiss him harder, and when his fingers tease over my eager pussy, I moan deeply into his lips.
My hands drop, sliding down his abs and my pulse quickening as I trace down the trail of dark hair to his belt. I whimper, panting into his mouth as my fingers tug flutily at his belt, moaning eagerly as his fingers roll over my clit.
“Ramona,” he growls, kissing me fiercely as I soak his fingers in my arousal. My fingers tug again at his belt before I give up, pulling away from his perfect lips and blushing as I look into his eyes.
“Take it out?”
He growls, his eyes flashing.
“Take what out,” he groans.
I blush even deeper. “You know what I mean,” I whisper. “Please take it out?”
He growls lowly, his hand slipping away from between my legs, making me whimper in protest before he yanks at his belt, undoing it. He pops the button on his pants, and he’s tugging the zipper down as I swallow thickly, my ears ringing with heat.
“Wait, just…” I chew at my lip. “Just no touching, okay? Like, no touching?”
He cocks a brow, the corners of his mouth curling in a grin.
“No touching, huh?”
I swallow, my face hot.
“Just, like, you know. No touching each other?”
He groans, moving into me and kissing me deeply.
“I can work with that.”
“You can?”
“Yeah,” he growls against my lips. “But if I’m not going to be the one touching that pretty little pussy of yours, you better believe it’s going to be you.”
I moan, kissing him hungrily before suddenly, he pulls me away from the bedpost, shifts us, and then pushes me backwards. I gasp, falling back across the bed as I look up Jamison with this fierce hunger in his eyes.
“Spread your legs, beautiful,” he growls deeply, and I gasp as he tugs his pants down, revealing the thick bulge in his boxers. I moan, scooting back until my back is against the pile of pillows by my headboard. And then, every cell in my body sizzling with heat, I lock my eyes with his, and I slowly begin to spread my legs.
Jamison groans, watching me as his hand moves to cup his bulge. I moan, tugging my skirt higher, until finally, with a blast of heat to my face, I tug it all the way up, showing him all of me. He groans deeply, stroking himself slowly through his boxers as his eyes blaze with heat.
“Fuck, Ramona…”
“Take it out,” I gasp heatedly, pushing my hands down my stomach and lower to trace over my inner thighs. He nods, and my pulse jumps as his hands slide up, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of his boxers.