Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
“Oh, oh, oh.” She clamps her thighs tight, trapping my arm. A pleasurable shiver races down my spine as she moans through her orgasm.
When she’s finished, I pull my hand free, and she whimpers.
“What do you want?” I whisper in her ear. “Tell me everything you want.”
Her lashes flutter and she stares up at me with desperate eyes. “Fuck me.” Her husky voice is somewhere between a plea and a command.
My star student has come a long way.
Margot
While still breathless and dizzy from being woken up in the best possible way, Jigsaw climbs over me, bracing himself on either side of my shoulders. His cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide with desire. His cock grazes my leg, and I tilt my hips, desperate to get closer.
He groans and presses just the tip inside me. “Yes, yes, yes. More,” I plead, then gasp as he pushes in deeper.
“Shhh, we both know you can take all of me.” He hooks one arm under my thigh, spreading me wider. “Open for me. Let me all the way in your pretty pussy.” He teases his thumb against my clit, while pushing deeper. “You’re so fucking wet and hot for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I reach down and cover his fingers, pressing them against me harder.
“That’s it. Show me what you like.”
“You,” I pant, unsure how to put it into words with my mind spinning in a thousand directions. “God, you feel so good.”
He growls as if he’s lost his last thread of control and snaps his hips forward. He grabs my other leg, holding me the way he needs, setting a steady rhythm.
“Keep rubbing your clit for me. Don’t stop.”
I’m frantic now, overwhelmed with him. Desperate to come again. He drags himself against a spot that curls my toes with every thrust and finally, I bow off the bed, eyes closed, throat raw from screaming.
His movements falter. “Margot. Oh, fuck.” The alarm in his voice snaps my eyes open. “I forgot…a condom.” His face twists with agony as he drags himself free of me. A few seconds later wet heat explodes over my hip and stomach. He groans through his release while I try to absorb his words.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses my cheek and reaches for the nightstand, grabbing the cloth. “I guess this came in handy anyway.” He carefully cleans me up, then tosses the cloth on the floor.
“Margot?” He brushes my hair out of my eyes. “I didn’t mean…I think I was still half asleep.” He drops more kisses on my cheeks and shoulder. “I’ve never gone without one before, I swear. And I get tested before I take a fight. I’ve always been negative. And…I haven’t been with…Margot?”
I blink and slowly sit up. “Yeah, I get tested regularly too…because of work…bodily fluids and all. But, uh, I’m not on the pill or anything.” We really probably should’ve had this conversation sooner.
“What?” His eyes widen and he pulls away. “Why not?”
My jaw drops. “Excuse me?”
“Well, condoms aren’t a hundred percent. Don’t you think…” He scrubs his hand over his face. “Fuck.”
“I hadn’t been with anyone in a while, so I didn’t want to be on it,” I say through clenched teeth. “Then we…I don’t know. It didn’t occur to me.”
“Okay.” He circles his arms around my waist and drags me against his body, burying his face against my neck. “I’m sorry.” He kisses my shoulder and neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispers again.
Tears prick my eyes. “For?”
“For being a dick. I shouldn’t have assumed. I should’ve asked sooner…” His gaze strays to the nightstand. “For fuck’s sake they were right there.”
His obvious frustration with himself cracks the ice around me. “I thought something felt different.”
He closes his eyes. “Yup. That’s my excuse for why it didn’t last long.”
Laughing, I press my palm against his chest and push. “Long enough to make me come twice.”
He rests his chin on my shoulder and stares at me. “Where are you…” He drops his hand to my stomach. “Do we need to worry?”
I arch a brow and turn my head. “Am I ovulating? Is that what you’re asking?”
He blows out an annoyed breath. “Yes, I guess that’s what I’m asking.”
“I don’t think so.” Heat blasts my skin. We’ve been intimate for months. There isn’t a part of my body he hasn’t explored. Why is this so awkward? “I can grab the morning after pill on our way home tomorrow. But I just finished my period.”
“Okay. Good.” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Will you…keep me updated?”
I slant a look at him. “What? You want me to send you an, ‘I just got my period text’ or something?”
He rolls his eyes. “Yes, actually. Is that so terrible?”
“No,” I whisper.
“I told you I’ve never…but I assume that’s what a good boyfriend does? Pay attention?” He looks so frustrated, or angry with himself, like he’s afraid he messed up somehow.