Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Sophia,” he murmurs then sighs, his warm breath hitting my neck as his arms tighten around me.
I peek back over at his face. He’s still asleep, except there’s a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips now.
Smiling my own smile, I rub my cheek against his shoulder again. “James, please wake up.”
He shifts his weight a little, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy.
I freeze for a moment, my muscles locking up as a sudden burst of hot, electric desire sizzles through every vein in my body.
When the spike of intensity finally fades away, I’m left feeling even more achy and needy. My clit throbbing so hard, it’s hard to think straight.
“James, please, I need you,” I whisper desperately, fighting the urge to just rock my hips and take what my body craves from him.
I don’t want to take advantage of him in his sleep.
But if he doesn’t wake up soon…
As if I said the magic words, James’s eyes flash open, almost immediately searching my face.
The smile he was wearing vanishes, wiped out by a look of alarm. “What do you need, baby?”
“You,” I groan and finally give into the urge to roll my hips to prove my point.
Grinding myself shamelessly against his stiff length.
“Fuck,” he grunts as I rub and work myself against him.
Lids lowering, his eyes scorch me with instant hunger and heat.
But he seems to hesitate.
I don’t want him to hesitate. I don’t want him to think about anything but shoving his big cock so far up my pussy I’ll be tasting him for days.
I couldn’t play his little games right now even if he tried to make me.
Sinking my nails into his back, I arch up and moan in face. “Fuck me, James. Please fuck me before I—”
The phone on the nightstand to my right begins to vibrate and ring, cutting me off with it’s annoying noise.
James glances at the phone then back to me, looking as annoyed as I feel.
I open my mouth with the intention of telling him to ignore it. If he answers it, I’ll fucking kill him.
But before I even get the chance to form the first syllable, he’s shoving his tongue past my teeth as he grabs the back of my knee.
Hitching my leg up, he slams inside me, hard and deep.
Sparks flash in front of my eyes and the walls of my core quiver as they stretch around him. Soaking wet with my need.
He takes a moment to kiss me, his tongue and lips devouring me with the same desperation I feel thrumming through every inch of my body, before he pulls back until just the tip of his cock remains inside me.
The phone on the nightstand stops ringing as he tears his mouth away from mine and drives himself back into my eager pussy.
Only to start ringing again almost immediately.
Panting and grunting as he furiously slams his hips into my thighs, James ignores it at first. His eyes and attention locked on my face as I struggle against giving into my release too quickly.
I don’t want to come yet…
But I was so wound up before he thrust inside me, I already feel dangerously close to exploding and gushing all over him, me, and the sheets.
The phone stops, then starts right back up again.
“God fucking dammit!” James nearly roars up at the ceiling.
Then he looks down at me, pinning me with his eyes. “I need you to be a good girl, Sophia, and be quiet while I take this call,” he grunts.
I shake my head and groan, “You can’t…”
Ignoring me, he reaches over and grabs the phone anyway.
His eyes leave my face for a second as he looks to the screen.
Then he’s pinning me again with a firm look.
His cock still slamming in and out of me.
“Be a good girl or I’ll stop,” he warns.
Pressing my lips together, I lean my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. Internally cursing myself for waking up so damn horny.
I want to fucking die when I hear him growl, “What the fuck is it?”
I’m swallowing back my moans, but with how soaked I am, there’s no way the person on the other end of the line won’t hear all the wet, slapping noises we’re making.
“Shit,” James curses and suddenly stills above me.
Quickly, with an urgency that’s incredibly alarming, he asks, “What’s the ETA?”
Opening my eyes, I see him staring down at me with clear and obvious worry before he remembers to hide his expression and looks away.
If James is worried…
Icy cold fear floods through me, chilling every drop of heat or desire I was feeling.
“Fuck!” James shouts and shoves off me, jumping out of the bed.
Grabbing me by the hand, he yanks me out of bed with him.
With the phone still pressed against his ear, he tells me, “Grab your clothes quick, baby. We gotta get to the safe room.”