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 mouth fell to my throat, tasting me. His other hand went to my shirt, shoving it aside as he grasped my breast, palming it. His finger and thumb rubbed over my nipple, playing with it. He was almost callous in his touching. There wasn’t a smoothness there, but that felt right.
I was writhing against him, just needing more. More touch. More of him.
I went to his jeans, unbuckling them. I yanked at the zipper at the same time his other hand dipped between my legs. My pajama shorts were useless. They were no barrier, and Jake easily moved them down, slipping like silk so I could part for him.
He found my clit, and I paused.
“Jake,” I gasped again, my head falling back to the wall.
The pleasure was overwhelming.
This attraction had always been there, unbidden and unwanted. The circumstances rose up, demanding we were brought together again and again, and now this. It was an explosion needing to go off.
So let us both explode.
Let us pick up the pieces after, because then we would be able to think again. We would have coherent thoughts and we could choose what we wanted to do, how to do it. But this way, there were no thoughts. Just feelings of want and need. It was ferocious and brazen, and I was blind to anything except the feel of Jake between my legs.
He slid a finger between my folds.
A moan escaped me.
“You ran.” He lifted his head, his eyes furious, but with a bloodthirst in them too. His finger shoved inside of me.
A moan slipped past my lips.
“You ran from me.” A second finger shoved inside. His thumb rubbed over my clit at the same time he pulled those fingers out, only to slide back inside. “You don’t fucking run again. Not from me. You hear me? You don’t run, ever.” He snarled, his fingers almost punishing now, and he bent forward, grazing his teeth over my throat.
Another shiver went through my whole body.
I could only hold on to Jake. The pleasure was accosting me. He felt so good. My legs tightened around him, and when his teeth teased on my skin, I squeezed him so tight that he gasped. I raised myself up.
His head lifted, a warning in his eyes.
I didn’t give a fuck.
Closing my eyes, my head fell back, and I rolled my hips, riding his hand.
“You think I should let you come on my fingers?” As he asked, they twitched deep inside of me.
I snarled. “You don’t take those fingers out of me.”
It wasn’t right how good that felt, that it was him who gave me this. Why couldn’t it be someone else? Anyone else? But it wasn’t. Just this asshole who plucked me out of my midlife identity crisis and yanked me into his world, where violence and death and ruthlessness reigned.
Fuck him for doing that, for changing everything in my world.
He stilled, just slightly.
I didn’t, still riding his hand, as I added, almost taunting, “And then when I’m done, you’re going to shove your dick inside of me and you’re going to fuck me all over again, making me come again and again and again—” I was panting as I was now in a rolling and seamless movement. Jake caught me under my hip, his hand splayed out and urging me on, helping me. “Because you’re going to fuck this need out of us.”
A savage roar burst out of him as his hand went to my neck, snatching my chin.
I stopped talking, frozen for a second from the promise of violence in that sound and touch, but he only held me. A primal sound slowly rumbled from him. “You think you can tell me what to do?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
I went back to moving over his hand, slowly to test his reaction, but when he only stabbed back inside of me, I began moving faster. A delicious pressure started pooling, rising.
I was nearing the edge.
I rasped back to Jake, “Tides have turned, asshole. When I give you an order—” I screamed as I was flung over the cliff. Pleasure pulsated inside of me, detonating everywhere, liquefying me.
The waves bombarded me as he eased me to the floor.
I dipped forward, my legs shaking and trembling, but he held me against the wall with his hips as he was making quick work between us. My underwear and shorts were whisked off. His jeans were shoved farther down, then I was picked up once more, and I only came back to the present, the last of my climax still lingering, when he lined up at my entrance.
I reached for his shoulder, my hand starting to sink in. I was going to tell him to wait because my god, that thing was huge.
He shoved inside of me, impaling me.
Oooh.
Full.
I was so full.
He groaned next to my ear, “You’re so tight. Tight and wet. And mine. You’re fucking mine, Sawyer.” His hand slid down my stomach, sliding to my clit, and he began rubbing it as he started thrusting in me. “You don’t give me orders. You really don’t tell me that I’m going to fuck this need out of us because, baby—” He’d been holding the back of my hip, half of my ass, as he started his own rhythm, but I was clinging to him enough again. He didn’t need to hold me in place, so that other hand caught my jaw again. His finger dipped inside of my mouth.