Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
His eyes smoldered, and for a moment, we scowled at each other.
Need pulsated through me. I could feel it in the air, the pressure was pushing down on us. Everything else faded away. It was only him. Me. He studied me, until he saw whatever he needed. The searching look cleared, another darker emotion slamming into its place, overriding everything else.
He pushed against me, up and into me, and right there. God. Right there.
Pulling my other hand free, it went to his hip. My fingers dug in as he moved over me.
That’s where I needed him.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice thick and hoarse.
It’s what I needed. That’s all that mattered to me. I lifted my mouth up to him for my answer. That was enough for Jake. He took over, opening his mouth over mine, demanding entrance.
I granted it, his tongue sliding inside. And I moaned, my toes curling from how good he tasted.
It was like he was eating me from the inside out, in long and slow bites.
My body was buzzing. My blood whirled.
My hand went to his shirt, and I pushed at it.
He shifted, cursing under his breath. “Jesus Christ.” He caught his shirt, his gaze taking me in, probably seeing the madness that invaded me. Whatever he saw, it had an effect on him. He whisked his shirt off, his movements going fast. His hand slid under my back, lifting me up off the bed.
I’d never experienced that. A man lifting me as easily as he did, rearranging me so deftly. My mouth parted.
He lifted his head, holding my gaze with an intensity that held me captive. I almost didn’t dare to move, afraid to break whatever this new spell was wrapping around us. As I held my breath, waiting, his hand slid down my back, sliding inside my pants. He cupped my ass, yanking me further against him. The pleasure overwhelmed me.
That friction was what I needed. Carnal pleasure rocketing through me.
His hand slid over my hip again and he moved to the side so his free hand began undoing the drawstrings on my pants. He didn’t move them down, but there was enough room for him. His hand dipped between my legs, burrowing underneath my panties.
He continued to watch me, burning fiercely as he slid a finger inside of me.
I gasped, arching my back.
He felt so good inside of me, and he thrust in, slowly, stretching me. He went farther into me, going as far as he could. I gasped. Fuck. He felt good in there. A second finger joined, stretching me even more. He rubbed against my walls before pulling them out, only to push them back in.
He started the rhythm.
In and out.
He went faster, building.
Harder.
Holding.
Moving out and then in. He hit the right spot, and just then, his thumb began rubbing over my clit.
“Is this what you wanted?” he demanded, gritty. “What your pussy wanted?”
I opened my eyelids, just barely, watching him from underneath.
He saw me, and a knowing smirk formed over his face, but his eyes were just as heated as I knew mine were.
He kept sliding in and out of me. His thumb’s rubbing became more measured. More purposeful. “You’re dripping. Is that for me? Hmmm.” He leaned down, his nose nuzzling alongside my jaw. He stayed there, his hand playing me like a puppet, pulling my strings exactly how he wanted me to jump and dance. “You were soaked before I touched you. That was all for me. Wasn’t it? Because you want this from me. Your cunt is pleading for me. Isn’t it?”
I frowned, briefly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I could only hold on to him as he continued plundering inside of me.
“Sawyer,” he said briskly, his hand slid out from underneath me, finding my throat. At the same time, he lifted himself up, rising over me, but he didn’t move away. He just readjusted so he was looming over me more. He was in a more dominant position, and slowly, as every single one of his muscles was so tight, working so smoothly together, he slowly, almost achingly, pushed me all the way down to the bed. He had both hands on me, one pinning me down at my throat as the other continued moving inside of me with those long and smooth strokes.
I panted, my mouth opening.
I couldn’t do anything.
Somehow, at some point, he shifted the dynamic between us where he took on the look of a predator. I was his prey and he was watching me with glittering eyes, so fucking intent on what he was doing to my body.
“Answer me.” His voice shook with his restraint.
My eyes widened, but I gasped softly. “Harder.”
His eyes narrowed. That wasn’t the right thing to say, and he stopped, his fingers still pushed so far in me that I didn’t think he could go any deeper. “What did you say?”