Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Just think. Soon I’ll be carrying you over the threshold.”
It’s comments like that, spoken in his deep and enthralling voice, that convince me we can’t back out now, even if we should.
He elbows my door open and strides across the room, placing me on the bed and then looking around at my bookshelves, my The Great Gatsby poster on the wall, and my desk with my writing notes.
“What?” I ask, sitting up.
“This room is so you,” he says. “When we move in together, do you think you’ll bring the posters?”
I beam. I’m flooded with light and purpose.
“I guess that’s your choice.”
“No,” he says fiercely. “It’s our choice. Everything we do, we’ll do together.”
He climbs onto the bed, reminding me of our dirty texts, but it’s so much more electric in real life. Currents of lust zap through me as he lays his firm body against mine, finding my lips again as his hand slides up my jeans and fiddles with the button. He unclasps it and slips his hand into my underwear, finding my clit and rubbing softly.
“I need to taste you.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”
I somehow push the words out past the tremble in my voice. His hand rubs quicker against my clit, the pressure searing, boiling. I’m cooking from the inside.
“Not like that.”
He smirks and kisses down my neck, then over my chest. Finally, he kneels at the edge of the bed and unzips my jeans. He grabs them in big bunches, pulls them down over my feet, then grabs my panties and yanks them down too.
“Fucking. Hell.”
I stare down at him. His expression is pure steam and captivation as he gazes at my sex, his hands sinking into my thighs.
“You’re already glistening for me.”
“Hmm.”
It’s not much of a response, but it’s all I’m capable of as he kisses up my thigh. Bursts of pleasure erupt with each kiss, my hole tingling and wet, my lips inflamed and needy.
“Part of me wants to tease you like I said I would when we were texting.”
He’s so close to my entrance now that his breath tickles my lips and my clit.
“But I can’t. I have to taste your horny virgin pussy.”
He licks from my hole up to my clit, and then pays special attention to that, moving his tongue in circles around the point of pleasure. I keep staring at him, his silver hair catching the light as he moves up and down my sex, slipping his tongue into my hole and then spreading my juices to my clit. We moan together as if he’s experiencing the same pleasure I am simply from giving it.
“Oh, fuck, you taste so good,” he groans. “You’re soaked. Drenched.”
“All… for… you…”
Thoughts of stopping this seem so distant. I’m not even listening out for Mom, which is a mistake. Everything in me is hyperfocused on the sensation of his mouth and tongue fixated on my core. Slipping his hands between my ass and the bed, he massages me with fresh passion and keeps licking me. My hips move in time with him, and he grunts in approval.
“That’s it. Chase the orgasm. Get your hole even wetter for me.”
I do as he says, not that I have to do anything. It’s more like I give control over to the hunger inside of me, not allowing my doubts to interfere. I probably should let them get involved since there’s still so much we have to do, which might not work. We might fail, but I can’t think beyond the next sunburst of ecstasy.
He growls, feasting on my sex, the pressure rising until the rest of reality obliterates. He focuses everything on my clit, sucking it into his mouth like he promised to over text. When he pushes his tongue against me, the very idea of thinking becomes a joke.
My hips pulse, and my release shimmers. I throw my head back and moan, feeling the veins on my neck straining as if struggling to process the pleasure. My head is dazed, and my vision blurs. The orgasm shatters within, sending shrapnel of sensuality through me. It settles in my belly as though tickling at the future.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimper as the orgasm comes to a shivering end. I shouldn’t, but I want more. Need it.
He stands, staring down at me, his hand going to his shirt. “Get that virgin body naked for me. I need those beautifully curvy tits. I need every single inch of you.”
He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his ripped torso, bulging pecs, and the hard sheet of his abs.
CHAPTER 22
Jaxson
This wasn’t part of the plan. Wait for Mallory. Tell her the truth.
Tell Zoey the truth, too, but I couldn’t exert even a shred of control the second I saw my woman. The chances of doing so now are absurdly low, especially when she unclips her bra and her voluptuous breasts spill free.