Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Plus, his smell. Amazing. That was working me up, too. Like a dirty surfer boy bottled up. And the way I knew his hair looked right now, fallen in his eyes and messy from my fingers. The pressure of his hands on my hips. The way he was staring up at me, also something I knew he was still doing even though I had my eyes closed. The way he could still feel commanding and controlling beneath me. Oh, and his noises. God, he made the best noises.
Okay, so basically everything attached to Jamie and everything he was doing.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled. “Get down here, babe. Want those tits.”
I kept my eyes closed. My head tipped back. Body arched and hands gripping as I moved faster and faster on top of him.
I wasn’t going anywhere. This felt too good, Jamie’s cock and the angle I was taking it. His piercing, right there, rubbing inside me in that same spot, over and over, and if I bent forward, he’d move. I’d lose that.
So, no way. Sorry. Not happening.
“Tori.”
The heat was spreading between my hips. I put my weight on my shins and bounced up and down instead of grinding and oh, oh, that was even better.
“Yes,” I panted, sliding up and down his cock. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Legs.” Jamie’s fingers tensed on my hips. “Tits, babe. Now.”
“Shut up. I’m close.”
I bounced faster, only slamming down on Jamie two more times before I was being jerked forward, my nipple was getting sucked, my arms were being pinned behind my back and held there in a death grip with one of his, and my pussy was getting his cock slamming deep as he drove up and into me repeatedly.
I was proved wrong. Moving did not mean I’d lose that fabulous piercing rubbing in that same spot over and over and the delicious angle I was taking it. Moving meant that fabulous piercing would go from merely rubbing that spot to rubbing while hitting it at a deeper angle, a better angle, adding extra friction and giving it at a faster, more promising, better than anything I’d ever felt, rate.
“Jamie!” I cried out, growing wetter as I took what he was giving, not having much of a choice and, God, not really wanting one either.
This was amazing. The time before this, amazing. And the time before that. Each time getting better.
Meaning, this wasn’t amazing. This was something greater than amazing. I just didn’t think a word had been invented to describe it yet.
“I tell you to give me your tits, you fuckin’ give ’em, babe,” Jamie growled between my breasts as they dangled, jerked, and bounced in his face. His hand connected with my ass. It stung through the thin material of my leggings.
“Ah!”
His hips kept powering up, faster, harder, while his hand on my ass slid down, gripped the edge of the seam I’d ripped in my pants, and yanked it back so it opened wider and tore.
The sound of them shredding made my pussy tighten. I loved it.
This was Jamie. That’s what this was. A word greater than amazing.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned, feeling so unbelievably turned on with what he was doing, how he was restraining me and making me take him.
The cool air of the living room assaulted my ass. For a moment I wished he’d let go so I could look behind me and see myself.
Jamie slapped my right cheek again and sucked my nipple hard into his mouth.
That was all it took for me to stop wishing. I wouldn’t change a damn thing about how this was playing out.
Eyes watering and limbs locking up, I arched my neck and came as a thousand fires lit underneath my skin. “I’m—”
“Ah, fuck. I’m comin’, baby,” Jamie groaned, burying his face in my breasts where he growled my name and fuck fuck fuck.
He pumped into me through our orgasms, keeping pace and brutality. He never let up.
Only after my pussy stopped clenching around him and his cock ceased throbbing did Jamie let go of my wrists and allow my arms to drop.
I slumped down and back when he stretched his legs out, collapsing on top of him, head hitting his shoulder and hand slowly coming up and pressing to his chest while the other gripped the edge of the couch.
His arms curled around me.
We lay there, both of us catching our breath and me concentrating on the feel of him still inside me.
Amazing. No …
Jamie. Better than amazing.
“I really like your cock,” I murmured seconds later, staring across his chest at his collarbone as my fingers danced on his skin. “It’s perfect. Perfect and pierced.”
Jamie’s body shook with a laugh.
“You sayin’ you like me then?” he asked, a smile in his voice.
I tipped my chin up and pressed my face to his neck. I didn’t want him seeing me.