Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I drop to my knees in front of him, placing my hands on his thighs. Even with his pads on, I feel his power beneath my palms. God, he's massive. Like this, with dark command in his eyes as he stares down at me, he eclipses merely beautiful. He's fierce, radiant…like a god descended from Olympus.
"Suck me, Jamie. I want you to take me to heaven with that perfect fucking mouth before I breed you." There he goes again, talking about breeding me. I never knew two little words could be so damn sexy, yet when he says them, I ache. God, how I ache.
I want his seed deep inside me where it belongs. It's not even about getting pregnant—though I ache for his babies too. The desire goes deeper than that. I want him inside me, period. There's something primal and intimate about walking around with his cum deep in my womb…with it spilling out. I love the way it felt today like I had a naughty secret no one else knew.
I wrap one hand around his thigh and lean forward, obediently licking the head of his cock. He tastes like salt and sweat and him. It's a unique combination that sings in my blood, turning my veins to lava.
"Fuck. Good girl." His head falls back against the lockers on a groan. "Ah, goddamn, you're such a good little girl. Keep going."
I obey, helpless to do anything else. I wrap my hand around his shaft, licking all over the head. He groans again and then curses when I run my tongue along the little piece of skin on the underside of his cock.
His hands drift into my hair, wrapping my ponytail around his fist just hard enough to make it sting. "Wrap your lips around my cock, angel," he demands. "Suck it like you can't get enough. We both know you're fucking dying to feel me hitting the back of your throat."
I pretend I didn't hear him and lick along his shaft, just to remind him that I'm the one in charge here. Just to see what he does.
His fist tightens in my hair, craning my head back. "I said suck," he growls, greedy and impatient and too damn hot for words. Lord, this man is beautiful when he's turned on. He may not have a membership to Dionysus, but he certainly has a few kinks. He likes to be in charge. He's dominant, forceful, and sexy as hell.
I love it so much.
I fall in line, willingly ceding control. Willingly letting him lead. I think he needs it. It settles him, calms the restlessness in him in a way nothing else ever has before. Jonas isn't a Dom, but he has those tendencies. I'm not a submissive, but I have certain traits too. There's freedom in surrender. And right now, I need to surrender.
He knows it. Of course he does. He's the other side of my soul, yin to my yang.
There is no shame with him. There's only pleasure.
I wrap my lips around him, sucking him deep into my mouth. He growls my name, intense pleasure searing his expression. My lips stretch wide around him, trying to accommodate his size, trying to take more of him.
"Fuck," he curses, jerking his hips backward. His cock slips from my mouth. His hands clamp down on my arms, dragging me to my feet.
"I wasn't–"
He cuts me off with his mouth on mine as my back lands against the lockers. Two-hundred and seventy pounds of hot, hard man lands against me, practically vibrating with the force of his need for me. My own rises sharply, soaring upward in response.
He kisses me breathless as he yanks my skirt up around my hips. A hem groans in protest, but I don't care. Let it rip. Let it disintegrate.
"Did sucking my cock get you this wet?" he asks, slipping my panties to the side. His thumb grinds against my clit. "Or is it the possibility of getting caught?"
"It's you," I gasp, writhing against the lockers. "It's always you."
"Fuck yeah, it is," he whispers, watching me through slit lids as he plays with me, ruthlessly dragging me toward a cliff. "It'll only ever be me, angel."
"Yes," I moan in complete agreement.
He pins me to the lockers with his hips and grips his cock, bouncing it against my clit. I bite my tongue, trying to stifle a sob of ecstasy.
"Nah, angel. Don't fight it," he says. "Scream the fucking roof down if that's what you want to do. Let them hear how much you love what I do to you."
I unclench my jaw, moaning his name into the room. His eyes darken to pure midnight, hot possession blowing through them. He lifts me up, hovering me over the broad head of his cock.
"I love you," he whispers sweetly, stealing my breath.