Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
The room feels like it’s getting hotter with each second that passes. I look down my body to where he’s still finger fucking me. He’s not going after my G-spot the way he did last time. No, Jonas is stroking me like he owns me and he’s reminding us both of the fact. Slow and thorough and possessive. I swallow hard. “I think it would play out a lot like this.”
“Mmm. I think so, too.” He slides his free hand over my hip, fingers dipping beneath the fabric. “You’d roll over and pull up your shirt so you can show me this pretty pussy. How’s a man supposed to walk away from an invitation like that?”
“He’s not. You’re not.”
“I should.” He states it as fact. “You’re not for me, and taking what you’re offering is a shitty thing to do.” Jonas inhales deeply. “Just a taste, baby girl. Just a taste and that will have to be enough.”
Enough for who?
It’s sure as hell not going to be enough for me.
8
I don’t get an answer because Jonas is sliding down to settle between my thighs. He gives me one last long look. “Be quiet, Blake. If you make too much noise, I have to stop.”
“I’ll be quiet. I promise,” I whisper.
My resolve doesn’t last through the first drag of his tongue over my pussy. A whimper works its way past my lips despite my best efforts. Jonas doesn’t stop. He dips one hand beneath my shirt to press against my stomach, holding me in place as he explores my pussy with his mouth just as thoroughly as he did with his fingers. Tracing and teasing and nowhere near enough to get me over the edge. The fact that my orgasm doesn’t seem to be his aim in this moment only makes this sexier. He’s not doing this to get me off so we can hurry up and fuck. He’s savoring me, lingering over my taste the way someone does over expensive whiskey or a favorite dessert.
Another whimper slips free.
I barely register that he’s gone still before he’s moving up my body and settling between my thighs. Jonas digs one hand into my hair and pulls my head to the side a bit. He drags his mouth along the bared line of my neck, his words low and rough and just for me. “I told you to be quiet, Blake.”
“I’m sorry.” But I’m not. As much as I love his mouth on me, the feeling of his weight pressing me into the mattress is so much better. I roll my hips, seeking his cock, but he stops me easily, pinning my lower body with his.
“No, you’re not.” He sets his teeth against the spot he just kissed. “You’re not even a little sorry.”
He’s right. I’m not. I like pushing him.
My hands are pinned between us, trapped between our stomachs. I’ve played with bondage a bit over the years, but this feels entirely different. It’s almost primal. I want him to overpower me, to hold me down and fuck me into submission, to… I simply want everything.
“Jonas,” I breathe.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not going to be able to keep quiet.” I hesitate. “Cover my mouth.”
“Cover your mouth,” he repeats.
A bolt of pure lust overrides any thought. “Yes.” I nod as much as I’m able with his hold on my hair. “Cover my mouth. Hold me down. Fuck me.”
His chuckle is a rasp against my skin. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
I blink at the ceiling. Of course I’d like that. It’s why I brought it up. “Yes?”
“Cover your mouth and hold you down while I fuck you.” Another drag of his mouth against my throat. “Then you can pretend that you’re still a good girl. That you’re not a little slut who’s fucking a man she barely knows in her parents’ house. That you’re not dripping for my cock.”
The rough words have me moaning, and that’s when he moves again. Jonas releases my hair and covers my mouth with a rough hand. His lips brush the shell of my ear. “I’m not going to hold you down, Blake. You don’t get to pretend you’re anything but eager for what I’m giving you.”
He raises himself enough that I have no choice but to move my hands. I tentatively place them on his hips and slide them beneath his shirt to touch bare skin. Jonas releases a rough breath at my touch. “That’s right. Now be a good girl and lift your hips.”
My blood has turned to fire. I dig my heels into the mattress and lift my hips as he shifts back enough that his cock notches at my entrance. Jonas’s hand over my mouth tenses. “You gave this pussy to me, baby girl. That means if I want to fuck it bare, that’s what I’m going to do. You’re going to love every moment of it. Isn’t that right?” He lifts his hand just enough for me to answer.