Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Starting right now.
I slide into her slowly, wanting to feel Jayme’s body surround every inch of me. She stills, letting me fill and stretch her deliciously. “You like that?” I tease.
“More,” she pants. The pressure of holding back is building inside her, taking all the control she has left.
With a grunt, I drop my hands to the bed, looming over her. “Hang on.”
Jayme puts her hands on my shoulders, gripping me tightly, and wraps her legs over mine for leverage. With no other words needed, I thrust in deeply, fucking her the way she wants me to. The way I want to.
I slam into her hard, the reverberation sending her back down onto my cock again. “Oh!” she cries out. “Yes!”
Each slow and powerful thrust has me bottoming out inside her where I grind, feeling her walls around my tip and her clit against the coarse hair at the base of my cock. I pull back and do it again, over and over, until we’re both crazed with need.
I sit back, looping her legs over my arms, the back of her knees over my elbows and her feet flailing wildly through the air as I change the angle of my thrusts, driving into her even more deeply than before. I grip her hips tightly, pulling her onto my cock, and she braces herself against the headboard.
Jayme’s eyes meet mine, though hers threaten to roll back in her head. “Yes, yes, yes! Come in me, Carson. I want it,” she whines.
“Nuh-uh. You don’t ask, and you never have to beg me for anything. You fucking take it. Everything I have, everything I am . . . it’s yours. Understand?” I keep fucking her as I correct her, a thrust with every important point.
She nods wildly, any answer lost to her pleasure. I’m on the edge, scrambling to hold onto my last bit of control.
“Then take it. Work that pussy and take my cum. It’s yours, all yours,” I grit out through clenched teeth. She’s already lost to my command, her body taking over and spasming, her walls clenching me in waves of pleasure.
She adjusts her hands on the headboard, leaving one there, and drops the other to her clit. I can watch her rub herself while seeing my cock disappear into her core, and her breasts bounce with every thrust I make. Jayme’s head writhes against the pillow, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
“Holy fuck,” I hiss. I didn’t think I could feel any more pleasure. I was wrong. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen—the most in-control, badass woman I’ve ever seen giving herself completely over to carnal pleasure at the base of my cock. I have never felt more powerful or in awe.
All thoughts evaporate as pure light surges through me. It starts in my balls and shoots up my spine, and l shudder as jet after jet of my cum pumps into Jayme. I grunt with each spurt, praying it's not the last because I want this ecstasy to go on forever, especially when she starts to spasm harder, cresting on an even bigger orgasm.
Long after my orgasm begins to wane, I keep thrusting into Jayme, prolonging her orgasm and pushing her into another small one by slowly circling her clit with my thumb when her own hand sags.
When she pushes at my hand, only then do I stop. Buried deep inside her body, and her heart, I let her legs drop to the bed and lean over her, supporting myself on my hand once again.
“I love you, Jayme Rice,” I say softly.
“I love you, Carson Steen,” she replies.
“Aww! Well, I love you both, but you owe me some new bedding after that!” Taya yells through the door.
“What the fuck?” I cry out, eyes darting toward the door behind me. Quieter, I tell Jayme, “If she comes through that door, you’re gonna have a new job because the headlines are gonna read Carson Steen kills Taya after begging her for help in viral video.”
Jayme laughs, but I’m dead serious. “You’re harshing my afterglow, bitch!” Jayme yells, seemingly not at all concerned about her friend’s potential imminent death, or my bare ass toward the door, or her own nakedness.
“Here, cover up, just in case.” I grab at my T-shirt from the edge of the bed where it landed after I took it off.
“Boy, I’ve seen all her assets and then some. More than you, pro’lly, because there was that one time I did her wax job. Canceled appointment, my ass. You can just tell ole Taya when you want a little look-see.” Taya is chattering through the door like this is perfectly normal.
Wait . . .
“She waxed you? Like down there?” I ask, looking pointedly to the bare skin at the apex of her thighs.
Jayme laughs. “Yeah, uh . . . down there,” she says in a deep voice that’s supposed to be me. “What, you think she did my eyebrows? A second ago, you were all ‘make your pussy take it’ and now you’re all ‘down there’ like a frat bro."