Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he growled again, his hips starting to shift, doing small thrusts into my mouth, making me take him deeper. “That feels so fucking good, baby,” he praised, making my sex clench hard.
Spurred on, my eyes drifted closed again as I focused on what I was doing.
His free hand sought mine, putting it under my face to cup his balls as I continued to suck him.
“Enough. Baby, enough,” he hissed, using my hair to yank me back before, I imagined, he came. “I want to come down that throat,” he told me, thumb tracing my swollen lower lip. “But not right now. Right now, I need to be inside you,” he told me, making a little shiver move through me. “Yeah?” he asked, checking in again as he pulled me up to straddle him, like I imagine he’d wanted me to do before I went down on my knees.
“Yeah,” I whispered, too turned on to turn back.
“Yeah, feels like it,” he agreed as his hand went down my ass to slip between my thighs. “You’re dripping fucking wet for me,” he murmured as his thumb found my clit, working it for a moment.
Then two of his fingers pressed against the entrance of my body before slipping inside.
“Feel good?” he asked, his lips at my neck.
“Y…yes,” I whimpered, my walls tightening around his thrusting fingers.
“Want more?” he asked, his fingers sliding out.
“Yeah?” I half-said and half-asked, not sure.
“Like this?” he asked, slipping three fingers inside me with the next thrust. “Good? Hurt?” he asked when I said nothing.
I was going to say it pinched. But before I could make my lips form the words, that sensation was gone, and got replaced with something undeniably… good.
“Good,” I whispered, pressing my head into his shoulder.
“No. Look at me,” he demanded, voice somehow both soft and rough at the same time. “Good girl,” he murmured when I pulled back and forced my heavy-lidded eyes to look at him.
My hips started to rock in circles as he kept doing his little thrusts.
“You want my cock, baby?” he asked, his fingers spreading a little inside me, preparing me, it seemed.
There was no denying it.
It didn’t matter that the last time wasn’t good.
I did want him inside me.
I wanted him to show me that it could be good.
“Yes,” I said, doing another hip roll.
The growling sound that moved through him had my sex clenching his fingers before they drew out of me.
His arm was anchoring around my waist then, turning me, and dropping me back on the mattress.
He stopped to grab the condom out of his wallet and slipped it on before his body was coming over mine.
I never could have known I could crave the weight of a man before. But now that I knew what it felt like, I was pretty sure I would lie awake at night needing it.
Jass’s lips sealed over mine as he braced his weight on his forearms.
His legs shifted, knees pressing my thighs until they spread wide on the mattress.
I felt his hardness press against my cleft, a sensation that had anxiety building, making me stiffen.
“Baby, relax,” Jass demanded softly, forehead pressing to mine as he rocked his hip against me, making his cock glide against my throbbing clit, almost immediately chasing away that uncertainty that had started to build.
Pushing back, I could feel him looking down at me.
“Look at me,” he demanded again. “I want to see your face when my cock slides inside you,” he told me even as I felt his hips shifting, felt the hard head of his cock pressing against me.
As soon as my eyes opened, his hips shifted forward and his cock slid inside me.
Inch by inch.
Taking me completely.
Like with his fingers, I felt the pinch, but it was gone almost before I could fully process its existence.
“Fuck,” Jass hissed as his cock buried deep inside me. “You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured, closing his eyes for a second to take a deep breath, to find some control as my body adjusted to him.
His eyes opened and his hips shifted back, nearly sliding completely out of me before gliding all the way back in, making a small whimper escape me.
“This is my fucking pussy,” he declared, making my walls tighten around him, like the most primal part of me was in agreement. “Say it,” he demanded, doing another small thrust. “Tell me this pussy is mine,” he demanded.
And at that moment, there was no denying it.
“It’s yours.”
That seemed to snap whatever control he’d been holding onto.
He started to move. Not hard or fast, but somewhere in the middle.
But then he was moving back onto his knees and reaching down to grab my leg, moving it over my body and pressing it to the mattress on my opposite side, making me feel the fullness of him inside me even more intensely as he started to fuck me again.