Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Teasing you pleases me.” I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Don’t you want to please me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Mmm. I love how wet you are for me, baby. How much attention does this perfect pussy need?”
I watch her face, my tongue on her clit as I slowly push two fingers inside of her. My cock is throbbing at the sight of her neck arching back, her head pressing hard into the mattress.
I didn’t expect this when I showed up. There was no ulterior motive, but I can’t say I’m sad about this turn of events. I was trying to force myself to come to terms with us never being in this situation ever again.
She makes a strangled noise, her core clenching around my fingers as she comes.
“Naughty little bitch,” I say, smacking her clit with the tips of my fingers on my free hand.
It’s a risk to add a little humiliation into the moment, and double that with the hint of pain, but the pulsing of her pussy amplifies. My cock leaks with the realization that she’s really into all of this.
I’m not one to cause a lot of pain but a little punishment toward the women I was fucking that weren’t her helped me a lot in the past.
“Filthy,” I rasp, pulling my fingers from her and licking them clean.
Her eyes are glossy, her eyelids heavy with need as I lower myself over her, sucking one nipple into my mouth while pinching the other.
“Jesus,” she snaps.
“Gonna fuck you now, Jules.” Her head nods enthusiastically. “Gonna come so deep inside of you, you’re going to think about me for days.”
“Oh God,” she pants, her slender throat working on a swallow.
“Fuck,” I hiss when I line up and slide inside of her. “You feel so fucking good, baby. It’s like coming home.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her hands on my ass, urging me deeper.
Slow isn’t in the books for us right now. I’m too damn greedy chasing my own bliss to really take in the moment, but I’ll make sure there’s time for more of that very soon.
“Your pussy feels too good, Jules.” My eyes roll back a little before she comes back into focus. “So fucking hot. So tight. It’s heaven, baby. It’s mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
She moans in pleasure, her body curling up as she orgasms. I’m helpless to hold out any longer, coming so deep inside of her that if she wasn’t already pregnant, two pink lines would show up on a test in a few weeks.
Chapter 18
Jules
I decided the second I woke up that orgasms are the answer for everything.
Having a bad day? Come, it’ll make a world of difference.
Too tired to see straight? Come.
Needing to block out a little pain? Come.
Kit delivers orgasms like he’s been put on the earth to provide them, and I’m fucking here for it.
Jesus, the way he talks when he’s inside of me is everything. The tattoos, the piercings, the way he slapped my clit when I came so quickly the first time? He’s the whole damn package, a walking gift. He’s dirty in bed, filthy-mouthed, and yet somehow, he’s also comforting arms and kind words when I’m feeling broken.
Nothing feels wrong in my world right now with me practically lying on top of him, our legs tangled under the sheets. The steady beat of his heart is comforting, the slow breaths he takes that lifts my head, the perfect amount of movement that rocked me to sleep hours ago.
I sigh, wanting this moment to last forever, but then I somehow become hyperfocused on the movement. The up and down of his breaths begin to make my stomach queasy.
I bolt from the bed, nearly falling on my face when the sheets tangle around my legs. I lose precious seconds, barely making it to the toilet before the dinner we made before crawling right back into bed together makes a reappearance.
I moan in irritation. I never imagined that I’d get used to getting sick, but since it’s been a daily occurrence, it’s more of a mild irritation these days than a real tragedy.
“You okay?”
My hair is brushed away from my face, and embarrassment slams into me. It’s one thing to go through this on a regular basis while alone, but it’s a totally different situation when the man who was praising me for how good it felt to be inside of me last night witnesses it.
“Go away,” I grumble. “I’m fine.”
With my eyes slammed closed, I feel when he steps away, hating that this is all it took for the man to bolt. Shame and embarrassment make my stomach roll again. Then I hear the sound of running water in the sink, and moments later the brush of my hair from my neck as he applies a cool wash rag to my nape.