Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Then I fall, and I fall hard.
“God, Octavia,” Jack grunts against my lips when the walls of my pussy clench around him.
Once every tremor has been exhausted, I open my thighs wider for him, let more of him in, then fully surrender to his brilliance.
He never relents.
Not once.
He pumps and pumps and pumps into me until I’m on the cusp of exhaustion and screaming his name once more. Sweat dots his top lip, and his chest heaves with frantic breaths as the throbs of his cock get faster and more urgent.
“Please, Jack,” I beg, certain I’ll never experience anything more sensational than his face during climax. “Please. Please. Please.”
“Oh. Fuck. Christ.” His teeth sink into his lower lip as the thrusts of his hips turn frantic. He fucks me like a maniac, the banging of my bed frame against the wall a sure-fire sign of this, not to mention my relentless moans.
He gets thicker and harder with every grind of our pelvises, and I watch him like a hawk. I categorize every expression that crosses his face and every flare that darts through his eyes before the vision is stripped away from me by an orgasm more blinding than I’ve ever had.
As I shimmy and shake through the energy-zapping spasms rocketing through my body, Jack sinks me deeper and deeper into the mattress. He slams into me, bottoming out at my cervix before the most beautiful noise in the world fills my ears.
He doesn’t scream my name. His grunt is barely a whisper, but his expression while his cock throbs inside me with untamed wildness as he finds his release speaks volumes.
We achieved greatness, but the immensity of the situation was lost on me until I recall the words Jack whispered in our Uber.
“It will be one of many firsts tonight.”
I thought he meant going home with someone you’ve just met. But after drinking in his bewildered expression as his condom fills with cum, and his numerous requests for guidance tonight, I’m beginning to have doubts.
He rocked my world, but did I take more from him than a night of passion?
CHAPTER 8
JACK
Octavia’s breaths come out heavy and fast on my chest when I roll off her, taking her with me. My body tingles as shockwaves dart through every inch of me. That was phenomenal, unlike anything I’ve ever had. The blistering connection between us grew tenfold when I positioned myself between her legs. I would have been happy to consume her for dessert for the second time and call it a night. That’s generally as far as my ‘dates’ go, but I wanted more for Octavia.
I needed more.
An arrogant grin tugs on my lips when Octavia breathes out a breathless, “Wow,” several long seconds later. Her body is covered with a dense layer of sweat, and her breathing is sharp and laborious. She is as exhausted as me. “That was amazing.”
After concealing my toothy grin with my lips, I press them to her sticky temple before dropping my eyes to her disheveled head. Her plump lips, flushed cheeks, and mussed hair have me primed and ready for round two, but a loud grumble rumbling from her mid-section deviates my thoughts for the hundredth time today.
“We should eat.”
Octavia pops her head up and balances it on her palm with the help of a cranked elbow. “Are you hungry again?” Her tone is more sexually suggestive than teasing.
“Not particularly.” I drag my index finger down her slim nose, halving the deep groove between her brows before confessing, “But it seems as if you are.”
She shakes her head, which only just conceals her smile. “Not for food anyway.”
“Your stomach just grumbled.”
She tickles the fine hairs splayed across my pelvis with the hand not being used to hold up her head. “My stomach just settled itself… but if it were hungry, it would have nothing to do with food.” When she peers up at me, the confident, eat-men-alive woman I’ve been wrangling these past several hours has been replaced with someone a little unsure. “You… went down on me twice, so it’s only fair that I return the favor, isn’t it?”
Although appreciative of her wish to even the score between us, her worries are unnecessary. “I didn’t go down on you to force reciprocation. I did it because I enjoy it.”
My reply stumps her for half a minute. “You like giving head?”
“No,” I answer, my tone as on point as the ones I used earlier to deflect her fibs. “I enjoy giving you head.” When she shivers, my exhaustion is a forgotten memory. “So much so, perhaps I should have another sample.”
“Oh, God, no, Jack. I’m-I’m tired, and exhausted, an-and sticky. You really don’t need to do that again.” She’s telling me no, but her body is already on the other side of the fence. When she rolls onto her back, her thighs naturally sweep open to accommodate my shoulders.