Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Too fuckin’ late for that,” I murmured under my breath.
My lips tingled.
My face was on fire.
My body was numb.
Finally, it was the first time in what felt like forever where I didn’t feel anything at all.
“Come on!” Willow exclaimed, standing in front of me. She reached for my hands. “Let’s dance!”
“There’s no music.”
“Who cares.”
I scoffed out a chuckle, stumbling to stand upright. Realizing just how drunk I truly was. As soon as I lost my footing, she caught me around my waist, and we both fell back down on the sand. Laughing our asses off over nothing.
“Shit,” she giggled, falling on top of me.
I was used to getting my ass handed to me on the field, so having Willow’s small frame tumble on me was definitely a nice change of pace.
She laughed.
I laughed.
We both found our bearings, and it was only then I noticed how close her mouth was to mine. By the look in her eyes, she did too.
Her fingers quickly grabbed ahold of my hands as she molded herself much closer to my face and body. The liquor running through my veins made it easy for my mind to drift. Taking me back to another time and place, with the girl I was imagining was suddenly on top of me now.
“Jackson, why are ya holdin’ my hand?”
“You’re holding my hand.”
“You held mine first.”
“I like takin’ your firsts, Harley.”
“Hey there, football player,” Willow breathed out, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Want to see my surprise?”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I cocked my head to the side.
Waiting.
She didn’t falter, reaching into her purse and pulling out a condom.
It was my turn to jerk back, caught off guard she wanted to go there with me. We’d never done anything more than fuck around a few times. And by that I mean, she sucked my cock and I fingered her. We didn’t kiss, and I didn’t go down on her, ever.
It was too intimate, and I didn’t want to lead her on. The truth was, I’d never kissed anyone besides Harley.
As if reading my thoughts, she smirked and without saying a word, she tried crashing her lips onto mine.
At the last second I turned my face, stating the obvious, “Willow, you know better than that.”
“You know I had to try,” she enticed, batting her long, dark eyelashes at me. “I know where you really want my mouth anyway.”
Slowly, I watched as she seductively crawled her way down my body, unbuckling my belt and slacks.
“God, I can never get over how huge you are. The fact that I can even stick you in my mouth makes me feel like I deserve some kind of award or something.”
“My cock in your mouth is all the award you need.”
She giggled before I felt her deep throat my dick. Making me close my eyes and bite my bottom lip. Through panted breaths and eager thrusts, I started fucking her face.
Long and hard.
Savoring the feel of her warm mouth, sucking me off like the pro she was.
The booze abruptly stirring memories I kept inside.
Harley was so tense beneath me that I found myself murmuring, “Relax, baby girl, open your mouth for me.”
She hesitated with a confused expression on her face.
“Please, Harley...”
Hearing the desperation in my voice, her lips parted in the same rhythm as mine. It was the most overwhelming feeling I’d ever experienced. When my tongue slid into her mouth, I sought out her tongue again, tangling them together.
I shook my head, fighting the longing to stay in the past instead of the present with the girl who was still sucking me off.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I groaned something in response, lost in between two different states of mind.
“Fuck, I think I drank too much,” I slurred, opening my eyes.
“Well...” I felt her hand sliding down my shaft. “Let me give you the real treat, baby.”
Her hand worked me over faster and harder, driving me toward the edge. This was the moment I should have stopped her. Should have said something. Should have done anything.
Instead, I drunkenly watched with hooded, confused eyes as she sat...
On my condom wrapped cock.
Chapter 3
<>Jackson<>
When did she put that on?
Groaning from deep within my chest, my head fell back against the sand. Feeling the heat and wetness of pussy for the first time was a sensation I wasn’t expecting to experience.
Not here.
Not now.
Not like this.
With her...
Up and down she went, over and over again.
“I’ll always be the guy in her life. You’re nothin’ but the boy she fuckin’ hates.”
A growl escaped my lips.
“The only difference between you and I, Jackson, is that she loves me back.”
Cash’s words were driving me to the brink of insanity.
“I don’t want Harley.”
“Then prove it.”
“Motherfucker...”
I wasn’t thinking three steps ahead, immediately pissed at myself for allowing this to happen in the first place.
Pussy boy baited me, knowing exactly how I’d react, fully aware of what I’d do.