Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Jake Swagger doesn’t fuck around.
Before I can even process what’s happening, I’m flipped on my stomach. Hips lifted. Knees spread. Ass up. Back arched. Hair fisted. Head pulled back so I can see our reflection in the windows.
I love how he touches me. How me slides his hand up my back and across my ribs to palm my breast, instead of just directly reaching and fondling it. It makes the lewd position I’m in feel sensual. Makes me feel sexy. And makes him a good lover.
“When I fuck you like this…on your knees…that pretty little ass of yours in the air…you’re going to feel all of me.” His hand slides down my stomach to cup my pussy. “This sweet cunt is going to feel me for days.” The tip of his middle finger dips inside me. Then he drags the wet digit through my lips to circle my clit. “We’ll start nice and slow. You tell me when you want more. I’ll let you set the pace, baby.” His voice drops to a whisper. “But I decide when you come.”
He kisses me softly on my temple, like I’m someone to be cherished. Like I mean more to him than an ass in the air and a quick fuck. The intimacy contradicts everything in this moment. It’s exactly what I’ve always wanted from sex. Yet I never knew it until now.
My entire body thrums with this pulsing energy that will not fade. When he releases my hair to drag his hands across my spine and to my hips, I break position on a sigh. He’s quick to correct me.
“Ass up, gorgeous. Hollow your back. I want to see every inch of you. Watch your pussy swallow my cock.”
Fuck. Damn. Oh. My.
I do as he says. He wastes no time pushing inside me. I look over my shoulder and tremble when I see those gray-green-blue eyes hooded with lust. Darkened with desire. Lips parted as he breathes deep—his chest rising and falling as slow as his thrusts. The sight of him is as much of a turn on as what he’s doing to me.
He’s deep—so deep. I’m deliciously full. Stretched wide. The size of him elicits sensations that border on pain which only heightens my pleasure. My response is a continual song of loud moans that are like a cathartic release. I can’t control them anymore than I can control the build that stirs in my depths. Or the sweat that beads on my skin—fighting the fever that burns inside me. Or the need for something more. Just a little. Just enough to push me over the precipice.
“More, Jake.”
He drives a little harder. It’s not enough.
“More.”
His hips move a little faster. It’s not enough.
“More…please.”
His words get a little dirtier.
“…Love how greedy your fucking pussy is…”
Still, I can’t find my release. He pounds inside me, pistoning his hips mercilessly. Bruising the back of my thighs with his own. Spreading me open with his hands. Baring every part of me and reminding me how much the sight turns him on. But without the touch of his tongue or his fingers on my clit, I just…can’t.
“Jake, I—“ My voice cracks. Frustration builds. Need becomes overwhelming. I push against him. Meet his thrusts. I’m a wet, wanton mess with no shame. No humility. Filled with desperation.
“Tell me, baby.” He shifts behind me and the movement causes me to stiffen. He doesn’t stop, only slows his pace a fraction while I adjust. Within seconds, I’m pushing back against him again. Hoping this is the angle I need. But my release is still just out of reach.
I whimper. If I don’t come soon, I’ll combust or at the very least, my vagina will be ravaged beyond repair.
“Please, Jake. I need…I need…”
“I know what you need, sweet girl.” Oh…the way he talks.
The deep tenor. The reassurance. The unspoken promise of delivery. Right now I’d do anything for this man. I’ve never felt the desire to please anyone as much as I do him in this moment.
His hand wraps around my stomach and he lifts me. My back to his chest. His mouth on my neck. Hands on my breasts. Then…oh.
Oh.
OH.
“There’s the sweet spot,” he murmurs, rocking into me with long, smooth strokes. His hand slides down my stomach. Finds my clit. He rubs me in the slowest, most torturous way. The build climbs, but at a pace I’m not patient enough for.
“Relax. The less you rush it, the better it’ll feel.” He kisses my temple again. “I promise.”
I do as he says and relax. The feeling intensifies the higher I get until I’m to the point I’m scared of what awaits me at the top. I stifle a sob. “Jake….”
“I know, baby.”
“I can’t—“
“Shh….”
My nails dig into his thighs. My entire body becomes rigid. Breath leaves me. Behind my eyes are flashes of colors against darkness. A dull almost silent ringing sounds in my ears.