Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
When he lays me down on the cool marble surface, I don’t think. I just wrap my arms around him and return the pressure in the kiss. He groans and grabs my leg again.
Did I wear a skirt on purpose? Did I know this might happen? I don’t answer the question, not even to myself, instead focusing on his warm palm pushing against my tights, grinding higher, moving closer to my sex. My core aches as he inches closer and closer, my hole feeling wet already, my clit needy for his touch.
But after… I shouldn’t think about after and what comes next. If I even have sex with him—and that’s a sizable if—there’s Mom to think about. Her job and her maybe crush. What if this ends badly? Jacob could fire her.
Our mouths open, our tongues teasing at each other, pleasure dancing around our mouths as he reaches around with his free hand and places it on my back. He pulls me toward him, my legs hanging off the island, and slides his hand right up between my legs at the same time.
A new feeling. A new compulsion. I gasp, unable to continue kissing when he pushes his hand against my sex. He does it firmly, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit when he rubs up and down.
Leaning back, he stares, as if he’s intent on watching me as he obsessively moves his hand. Tickling fire-hot euphoria sears my clit and consumes my entire sex, especially when added to the look he gives me.
Nothing else matters as he stares. Nothing else could matter. Not even the truth, our most sacred value… the truth of what could come after.
“You’re so sexy when you twitch like that,” he growls.
“Like… what?”
“Like that.”
He rubs with more force, causing my body to reverberate with lust. When he slips his hand into my tights, I almost lose it. It’s his moan as much as the physical feeling, the indisputable excitement in it. He moans deeper when he slides further down to my core.
“You’re perfect,” he says gruffly.
I can’t speak, my voice catching when I try. Probably because he returns to my clit and starts rubbing, skin against skin, nothing separating us as the pleasure gets more forceful, quicker. Hot most of all. Where the hell did all this heat come from? It’s like he’s wearing a glove of flames, kissing my clit, my pussy, my lips, my everything.
“Lie back,” he says, a tone of command in his voice. “I need to watch you as you make these panties even wetter for me.”
A surreal note touches me as I do what he says, driven by the pleasure in his voice. It’s as if he’s experiencing the same as me, somehow, even if I’m not touching him. Lying back, I stare into his obsessed features, still trying to think of Mom, of her warnings about men, and her possible crush.
All of that seeps away when he slips his hand lower, to my entrance, pushing with his finger and making me shiver with the contact.
CHAPTER TEN
Jacob
This wasn’t part of the plan, but once I feel her tight hole, I know I can’t stop. I couldn’t look away from her if a bomb detonated outside the apartment in the street below, or even if gunfire started peppering the entire building.
Her shirt is still buttoned up, professional, and sharp, but her hair is wavy and sexy-messy, splayed out across the kitchen island. Her breasts shiver as I push deeper inside of her, prying her tight hole open with my finger, grinding as she bites down and offers captivating moaning noises.
“We’re making your hole even wetter,” I growl, “for my rock-hard cock. I’m solid for you, Maddie.”
She nods, but I sense she can’t speak. The pleasure has captured her too hard, gripping her firmly so she can’t summon the words.
Pushing my finger even deeper, I grind the heel of my palm against her clit. The result is more enthralling than anything I’ve experienced, especially when she claws at the kitchen island, her fingernails making light tsk sounds against the obsidian surface.
She’s holding on, the pleasure threatening to send her hurtling off the surface, but I’d never let her fall. I’d never let anything bad happen to her.
“I…” She trails off, shaking her head.
I pause, my finger inside of her, my length hard and drenched with precome from where it’s spread in my underwear. My cock is hungry, impulses deep within telling me to ignore the foreplay, ignore her hesitation. Tear off her skirt and her tights, exposing her body, free my manhood, and slide inside of her. Push deep until her walls are gripping me right at the base, squeezing as if she never wants me to leave her.
That’s fine by me. I never will, but I can’t ignore her unfinished sentence.