Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I slide my tongue in and out of her tightness, trying to lick all of her up before going back to her clit. I suck it into my mouth and hear her scream my name once again, only this time her body goes lax. I keep my hold on her, giving her pussy another kiss and making her small body jerk, before I lift her into my arms and carry her over to the sofa. She curls in my lap, burying her face in my neck, then relaxes, and I feel her soft puffs of air against my neck.
Fuck, even her breathing is a turn-on.
Chapter Seven
Mila
I breathe Jax in, resting my head on his shoulder. I almost wanted to cry when he pulled me off the set. Not because I was mad at him, but because not only had he noticed I was in pain, but he cared. I felt like I couldn't breathe. On top of being on my feet with the light pounding down on us for hours, I thought I was going to faint. But the moment he’d picked me up, it felt as if everything came off my shoulders.
He cared. He cares. That thought keeps ringing in my head. This feels like so much more than a job to him, but still I want to hear him say that. I want something. I know what he made me say when he was on his knees in front of me giving me pleasure like I'd never felt before, but don’t people usually just say these things during sex?
“That was amazing,” I finally say after I start to feel my toes again. Long gone is the pain the dress had caused me. Now I’m tingling with happiness. I shift a little and feel his hard cock under my ass. He lets out a small grunt, his hand holding me tighter so I can’t move around. It’s then I realize I’m naked and pretty much wrapped around him.
“More than amazing.” His words roll over me, making me smile against his neck. I keep my face buried so he doesn’t pick up on my shyness.
“What about you?” I ask. This is the third time he’s gotten me off. Twice just now and once last night and I haven't done anything in return for him.
“I got what I wanted.”
I pull back and look at him in confusion. “But you didn't…” I trail off.
He smiles at me. The smile changes his whole face. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on your pussy all day.” He leans closer, his mouth brushing mine. My tongue sneaks out and drifts across his mouth as I lick my lips. I get a taste of myself. It’s erotic to taste myself on him. I like it. “Thank you, pretty girl. For giving me that.” Then he kisses me. I think I’m supposed to be thanking him.
When we break away we’re both breathing heavily and I want to do more. “We should get you dressed and out of here.”
“Don’t think I can leave yet,” I sigh, wishing we could.
“Can do anything you want, pretty girl,” he responds, tucking my hair behind my ear. His finger trails down my neck.
“I really like when you call me that,” I admit. I’ve never had a nickname before. My eyes drop for a moment, and he brings his finger to my chin, making me look back up at him.
“You can say anything you want to me.”
“How did you know that I wanted to say something else?” I ask.
“I’m good at reading people.” He brushes his lips against mine. “Say it.”
“Do you call everyone pretty girl?” My cheeks tint at the question. I have no idea why I’m blushing at that. I’m sitting on his lap, naked. Why should I be embarrassed by a simple question?
He lets out a deep chuckle. “No, can’t say I have. It just comes out with you.”
“Oh.” I smile at him. “I’m surprised they aren’t banging on the door for me to come back out.” I exhale heavily. I still have an event to go to tonight.
“Have to get through Cara to do that.” He stands with me in arms and sets me on my feet.
“She’s nice,” I say absently as I walk over to the rack of clothes. I want to know if there’s ever been something between them. They seem like they have known each other a long time.
“She is. Put on your own stuff. We’re leaving. You’ve had enough for the day.” I glance at him and see he’s got his arms folded over his chest.
“Okay.” I grab my bag and dig through it. He comes up behind me and wraps an arm around me, pulling my back to his front. His mouth comes to my ear.
“You agree so sweetly,” he says.
I turn in his arms looking up at him. “You’re the first person who actually cares about me and my wellbeing as a whole. You say you think we should go, then…” I shrug. It’s the truth. I’ve known this man a day and he cares more about me than anyone else ever has. Other people care, just not in the same way.