Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Jake!” She flips her body, sending her towel tumbling to the floor. She freezes. I smile.
Then I lock her in my hold and push her toward the tub, placing her hands on the edge. “Hold on, angel.”
“Jake…” Her voice is now pure lust as I bend her over in front of me, my mouth lax as I drink in the expanse of her back, my palm stroking the entire length slowly. Good God, I need to be inside her. I pull my fly open and push my jeans down a little, letting my cock spring free.
Widening my stance to level me up, I take her hips and inch forward, no need to hold myself to guide my cock to her pussy. It knows where it wants to be. I nudge at her opening, teasing a little, wanting her to beg.
“Please, Jake.” She says it softly, desperately. “Please.”
I smile and sink into her, gasping and freezing when she constricts all of her muscles, hauling me in the rest of the way. “Ohhhh, fuck,” I breathe, clenching my eyes shut. “Cami, today I need to take you hard.”
“I don’t care!” She rams back onto me, her arse hitting my lower stomach, prompting my eyes to spring open and watch.
“Fuck!” I dig my fingers into her flesh and retreat, watching with rapt attention as my cock, slick with her arousal, slides from her passage. “Angel, I can’t tell you how fucking good you look.” Her back stretched before me, her head bowed, her arse firm and round, all within my sights. “Fucking amazing.”
She groans, her wet golden hair cascading onto the side of the gold bath, her arms ramrod straight against it. The urge I have to pound into her can’t be contained. My relief at having her back is too great. I let rip, yanking her back onto me hard and fast, needing to possess her, needing to surrender to my body’s demand to demonstrate my need for her, to show her in the best possible way that I’m here and I’m going nowhere.
I throw my head back on a suppressed roar, feeling the blood in my cock begin to bubble. I’m mumbling mindlessly. I’m starting to shake, my knees going weak. I can’t hold back any longer.
“Cami.” I choke her name through my mind-bending pleasure, trying to tell her that I’m tipping the edge.
“Go!” she shouts, ramming back onto my groin with a force that nearly knocks me to my arse.
“Fuck!” I can’t even find the decency through my pleasure to ensure she’s nearly there, too. I let go, tingles penetrating my skin and ripping through me, shaking me to the core.
“I’m coming!” she yelps.
I force a few more strokes, gritting my teeth, the sensitivity almost too much to bear. I know the moment she comes. She slams her fist on the side of the bath, and I tug her back, holding her tightly against me as my cock rolls out its release and my body starts to tremble uncontrollably.
“Ohhhhhh…” Cami breathes, going limp against me, her arms giving against the tub. “Oh, fucking hell, that’s powerful.”
I find some energy from nowhere and pull her up, holding her naked back against me while I fight my way through the furious attack of my climax. My breathing is all over the place, my heart beating for the first time since I fled my apartment. I’m alive again.
She mumbles something, exhausted. I can’t make it out. “What, angel?”
She drags in air, and I lower my face into her neck, getting close to her mouth. “Muuuuu,” she breathes.
I frown, slipping free of her, making sure I keep hold of her body. She feels like she could crumble to the floor. “Cami, I can’t hear you.”
“Mum.”
“Sweetie pie!”
I fire a look toward the door, hearing the shuffle of some shoes across the carpet.
“Camille, sweetie, I’m popping out.”
“Oh, shit!” I yank my trousers up with one hand while holding Cami up in my other, willing her to come back to life. “Cami, for Christ’s sake!” I reach down and grab the towel, pulling it up her body. She doesn’t help. She’s bloody useless.
The door flies open and I’m confronted with her overbearing, preened, perfectly coifed mother. She freezes when she clocks the scene, her manicured hand poised on the gold doorknob.
“Hi.” I cough, arranging Cami’s towel around her useless body. I wish she’d fucking snap out of it!
“Well, hello.” She looks to Cami, eyebrows raised, then to me. I’m just relieved as fuck that I was too desperate to be inside Cami to think about removing any of my clothes.
Cami seems to come round, taking the towel from my grasp and holding it up herself. “Mum, this is Jake,” she blurts without warning, startling me.
I feel like a delinquent. Fucking my girl in her mother’s bathroom? And being caught? I’m fucking mortified.