Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
His eyes become hooded with anticipation, and he raises his hips to help me remove his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, so ready to take him and tease him until he comes in my mouth.
His breathing grows heavy, and he watches my every move as I wrap my hand around his cock and slowly start working my fist up and down, my thumb rolling over his tip. The hunger slams through me, and I simply can’t wait any longer.
Moving up higher on my knees, I move in between his strong thighs and then finally draw him into my mouth. His tip hits my tongue and I lap up the bead of moisture that waits for me. I’m a greedy whore just for him, and I love every fucking second.
Jaxon’s eyes close in satisfaction, and the pleasure on his face as I take him right to the back of my throat leaves me with the best feeling in the world. My tongue rolls over his tip as my fist tightens at his base, moving up and down, matching the pace of my bobbing head.
I tease him slowly before I start picking up my pace. “Fuck, Cass. Untie me,” Jax begs.
I slow my movements and meet his stare, letting him see just how hungry I am for him, then shake my head, a grin pulling at the corner of my lips. His muscles bulge in his arms and I have no doubt he’s trying to get himself free, but knowing he won’t break free of those binds anytime soon, I keep playing.
With a sly, seductive grin, I get back to work.
Up and down, tighten and groan, I give it to him just the way he likes it, and just when I’ve got him on the edge, a cocky grin tears across his face and he flies up off the armchair. Jax stares down at me on my knees and drops the tie beside me on the carpet before reaching down and lifting me with ease.
An animalistic growl tears from the back of his throat as he slams my back against his bedroom wall, and I immediately lock my legs around his waist, pulling him into me. I should have known a simple tie wouldn’t be enough to keep him from taking me.
It’s like a fight for dominance, and I’ve never been so desperate. Putting me out of my misery, Jaxon lines that thick cock up with my entrance and slams himself deep inside me.
“Oh God,” I groan, my eyes rolling with undeniable pleasure as he begins to pound into me, my arms entwining around his neck. “That wasn’t . . .” thrust, “part of the . . .” thrust, “plan.”
“I figured,” he grunts, his jaw clenched as I grip onto him for dear life while getting thoroughly fucked. “I made my own plan.”
I can’t help but laugh. After all, this is exactly how I intended we would eventually end up, but as he rocks his hips and takes me from a new angle, my eyes roll to the back of my head and my laugh quickly morphs into needy moans.
Jaxon thrusts hard and wild, the intense need and sexual tension so fucking heavy in the room. He’s relentless and raw, and within seconds I feel my orgasm creeping up on me. “Oh, fuck,” I pant, my nails digging into his skin. “I’m gonna come.”
“Squeeze my cock, baby. Let me feel you.”
His words are my undoing, and I come hard, my orgasm blasting through me like a stick of dynamite exploding. My high rocks through my body as my walls convulse around his cock.
“Fuck, Cass. So fucking tight,” he growls, dipping his head into the curve of my neck, his lips moving across my skin. He soon finds his own release, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my pussy.
His forehead drops to mine as we desperately try to catch our breaths. “Next time, I’m using handcuffs,” I tell him as he releases my legs and helps me find the floor.
Jax laughs and raises a brow at me, his voice thick with desire. “You think handcuffs are going to stop me when the alternative is burying my cock so deep in your sweet cunt, I could puncture a fucking lung?”
I smirk up at him, and with a roll of my eyes, I step out of his arms and dash into his bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I head back out to find him with his pants on, searching through his wardrobe for a new dress shirt, and with a satisfied sigh, I slip my dress back on and get busy taking what’s rightfully his.
The room is filled with old memories, some good and some bad. I even notice there’s quite a lot of my stuff in here. Jax finishes in his wardrobe, and I find all his old jerseys. With a smile, I grab one of his empty hockey bags out of the top of his closet and start loading it up.