Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I blink hard when my perusal is interrupted by him bringing the condom to his dick and expertly rolling it on. I try not to think about all the experience he’s had that allows him to sheathe himself so effortlessly. Instead, I tell myself to concentrate on the here and now.
Because right now, if only for a little bit, he’s mine.
And my head spins because now he’s covering me on the bed, nudging my legs apart to make room for his big body, and his mouth is back on mine, devouring me. He consumes me so thoroughly with his kiss, I jerk at the realization his cock is now at my entrance and pressing in.
I sigh, spread my legs wider, and wrap my arms around his neck so he’ll never stop kissing me.
The kiss is forgotten when Jackson presses his hips down and slides all the way into me in one fluid move. I stretch and form around him, and the sensation of fullness might be the best feeling I’ve ever had in my entire life.
Until he moves.
And then that subtle slide out and deeper thrust back in has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I raise my knees, press them into his sides. Jackson hitches to the side a bit, brings one hand to the back of a thigh, and forces my legs open even wider.
His pulls his mouth away and stares down while he continues to thrust in and out slowly. He looks almost boyish, a lock of hair over his forehead, but his dark, glittering eyes remind me there’s a man between my legs.
Jackson dips his head and runs his lips along my neck while his hips pump. My blood races so fast I’m dizzy, and the throb that started between my legs when his lips first encircled my nipple begins to pound.
A long groan ripples from Jackson as he dives deeper into me.
“Yes,” I whisper, because… just… fuck yes.
Every thrust is a storm building, and I want to hold on to this feeling forever, but at the same time, I want him to cut me loose and let me free-fall into release. Only Jackson has the power to give it to me.
“Please.” My voice is strained, foreign sounding. “Make me come.”
Jackson’s head jerks up, his features sharp as he smiles at me. His hips never once missing a stroke, he removes his hand from my thigh and moves it to my own hand. Grabbing onto it tight, he lifts his torso enough so that he forces my hand between us. Makes me press my fingers to my mound and orders, “Make yourself come.”
That might be the sexiest, dirtiest thing a man has ever said or done to me, and his order has me jumping to obey. My eyes lower and I see his cock tunneling inside me, the pace quickening. Jackson’s chest rises and falls sharply, and I get the sense he’s exhibiting amazing willpower not to let go quite yet.
My fingers dip and find my clit, and the minute I touch it, my orgasm starts to push against its confines. My heart beats so rapidly, I feel it in my ears. I put pressure on my clit as Jackson fucks me harder. I move my fingers, swirl them around, and tingles erupt at the base of my spine.
I squeeze my eyes shut, inhale sharply through my nose, and rub at myself faster.
“Just like that,” he praises, and I open my eyes to find him watching me touch myself. Jackson starts really fucking me hard, the bed creaking under the movement. The only reason the headboard isn’t banging is because it’s bolted to the wall. He’s driving into me so deep, I’m seeing stars, and without warning, I launch off into that free fall of blissful abandon. My orgasm washes through me in pounding waves, and I cry out the man’s name that made it all happen.
Jackson.
“Christ,” he growls and rears up. With both of his hands to the backs of my legs, he lifts my ass right off the bed and pounds into me.
Just a handful of thrusts, all of them powerful and deliberate, and Jackson is tossing his head back to roar out his release. He’s beautiful and primal, muscles in his neck straining, and I forget all about the waves of pleasure I’m still riding to watch this gorgeous beast unravel before me.
“Fuck,” he mutters and then repeats it as a chant as his head drops, but his hips keep pumping into me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Jackson flexes his hips hard and plants deep, goes still, and lowers his body onto mine. Hesitantly, I place my arms around his shoulders and pull him tighter against me while his body trembles with orgasmic aftershocks. His face presses into my neck and he murmurs, “That was different.”