Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 192134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 640(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 640(@300wpm)
They could only be the ones with Ruby melting against me, her breath coming fast as I explore her.
When I slide a hand over her belly, slowly, deliciously making my way down her body, I shudder too.
Yes, we are inevitable, even if we’re only a moment.
But it’s a moment I desperately need.
“Jesse,” she breathes out, her voice hitching. “Please touch me.”
“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. That is definitely the plan,” I say, and when my fingers glide between her legs, I don’t know which of us groans louder.
She’s so soft and slick and needy.
The second I trace her wetness, she’s gasping, saying my name, arching into me.
“I want to make you feel so fucking good,” I murmur as I trace her slippery heat.
“You do,” she gasps, writhing into my hand, sinking onto her back now, letting herself enjoy me.
I love that. Love that she’s taking right now, spreading her legs, letting me make her feel good.
This woman deserves everything good in the world.
From me.
That’s what I give her as I listen to her cues, follow her moans, teasing then rubbing her clit as I kiss her neck, bite her shoulder.
I devote myself to her pleasure until she’s arching into my hand, grabbing at my hair, rocking her hips. Wildly. Freely. Like this is what she needs more than anything.
A myriad of sounds falls from her lips. Sexy, beautiful sounds.
My name.
God’s name.
A moan.
A yes, God yes, oh my God, yes.
Then she breaks, her lips parting in a silent O that doesn’t stay silent for long, that turns into a gorgeous cry of pleasure.
As she comes on my hand.
Her moan sends a shiver down my spine. Then her words light me up. “Jesse . . . that was amazing.”
And I am lost in a haze of desire for Ruby.
And something more.
Something that feels a lot like falling.
But I shove that dangerous thought out of my head as I kiss her cheek then make my way to her ear.
“Should we see if we’re good in bed too?”
She shoots me a giddy grin. “I bet we are.”
I reach for a condom on the nightstand. “Got a favorite position?”
She shakes her head. “It’s been like ten thousand years. I’m not even sure what the positions are anymore.”
I laugh as I open the foil. “Then how about you ride me. Because then I can have my hands all over you.”
“Consider it done,” she says.
I cover myself and she straddles me.
“The parts still go like this?” she asks with a laugh as she reaches for my dick.
“I think so, but let’s try a few times to make sure.”
But I’m not laughing when she wraps a hand around my shaft because holy fuuuuckkkk.
She rises up, holds my cock, then says, “Like riding a bike?”
“Yes, but so much better, sweetheart. So much better,” I say, groaning as she lowers herself.
Slowly, beautifully.
It’s exquisite torture and I want the agony of this moment as Ruby takes me in all the way.
A shudder moves through her body, a gorgeous wave of pleasure.
Her eyes float closed. Her lips part.
Pleasure roars through me from the hot, tight feel of her. She grips my cock so deliciously it’s like she was made for me.
Which is precisely what I can’t be thinking.
So, I focus on the physical.
And that’s no hardship.
I wrap my hands around her hips, gripping her as she moves, slow and lush, on my cock.
She moans and her fingers slide down her breasts, like she’s so wrapped up in the feel of us fucking that she has to touch herself.
“Jesse,” she murmurs, then slinks closer, setting her hands on my chest.
“Feels so damn good, doesn’t it?”
She nods, letting out a long, gorgeous breath as if she can barely take how amazing it feels.
And it is amazing being inside this woman.
This incredible woman who makes my pulse spike and my heart beat faster.
Who makes me think. Who makes me feel.
Who make me want so many risky things.
I slide my hands along her waist, savoring the feel of her soft skin, cupping her breasts as she swivels her hips.
I squeeze her tits and she yelps, a sexy groan that tells me she likes it. So I do it again.
She groans more, her hands pressing harder against my chest as she rocks up and down on my cock.
My Ruby loves to have her tits played with.
Loves to be savored.
Loves to set the pace.
I record all these details about her as I watch her find a rhythm, chase her pleasure, and sway closer and closer to me.
Soon, she’s inches from my mouth, and I have to let go of her tits.
Shame, that.
But there’s this gorgeous ass to hold on to and I grip it, grabbing her tight as I move her faster on my cock.
“Want you to come again. I love seeing you let go,” I say, urging her on.