Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I swallow past the lump in my throat as I blink the tears away. “You’re important to me.” He always has been, and I think I always knew that, but I allowed his walking away to hurt me. Unlike how it is now, I couldn’t just pick up the phone and text or FaceTime him. I had to write letters, and back then, I was too scared of the rejection or the unknown. I wouldn’t know if he hadn’t gotten the letter or if he was ignoring me, so I just didn’t send one. I didn’t pick up the phone to call, hoping he’d answer his home phone. Then when he went to college, I had no way of getting ahold of him.
I wish I had tried.
I hold his gaze as I vow, “I want to be everything you need. And I know sex is important.”
He leans in, his lips moving against mine as he whispers, “Sex isn’t everything, Fable. But you are.”
This man. I cup his face in my hands, pressing my nose to his. “Jett,” I whisper, his name a plea on my lips. “You’ll never realize how much those words mean to me, but what I’m trying to tell you is that I want it all with you.”
Surprise flickers in his eyes before he presses his mouth to mine. “You can have it,” he says, his lips warm. “I’m yours, Fable.”
Our lips meet then, in such a heat-fueled kiss that my mind is on nothing but him. How he holds me, how he feels between my legs, and how thick his cock is against my clit. His lips devour mine, his tongue pressing into my lips for access, and I gladly open for him. Our tongues meet, and I moan into his mouth as he starts to rock his hips. His cock slides along my clit, pressing into my hood piercing, and I swear I see stars. Jett grinds his hard shaft against me as our mouths move together with feverish need. I tear my mouth from his, moaning loudly at how fucking good it feels.
“Jett, please,” I whine, arching up to meet his thick cock. “You are so good at making me come.”
He trails his lips down my jaw, sucking and licking while he continues to grind against my clit. I’m trembling as his lips move to my ear. He nibbles on my lobe until I’m basically panting. He whispers, “Come for me, princess. Give me all your pleasure so I can bury my cock in your sweet pussy and make you scream for me again.”
Yup, I detonate.
And he doesn’t let up. I’m a thrashing mess as he continues to slide his cock along my clit while I come so damn hard, I’m pretty sure time stops. I feel his smirk against my ear as he moves his hand between us, lining himself up and filling me in one hard thrust. My legs wrap around his waist instantly, and I tip my hips so he’ll go deeper. His smirk falls as he groans loudly in my ear, setting me on fire.
“You feel so damn good,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.
“More,” I beg, and then he’s rolling over so that I’m on top. I blink, surprised, as he sits up, carrying us until his back hits the headboard of my bed. I swear he goes deeper, and I cry out at how full I am.
“Yes,” I moan, and he grins as he kneads his fingers into my hips. “I’ve always wanted to do it this way.” His eyes flash with anger as he digs his fingers into my flesh. I don’t want to explain that no one ever wanted me on top. I’m sure that’d piss him off, so I don’t tell him. Instead, I slide up his cock and then back down, seeing his mouth fall open on a moan. My fourchette piercing drags along his cock and forces a desperate moan to leave my lips. “And I love that you’re the one to fuck me like this.”
In this position, our eyes are level, and his are unrelenting as he slides me up his thick shaft. I feel him everywhere, and I want to close my eyes, but I just love the look on his face. His words are dark, throaty, as he asks, “In sync? I want you with me, not in the past.”
I nod. “In sync, with you. Only you,” I groan as he brings me down hard on his cock. My tits bounce, and he leans in, sucking on my peaks as he guides me up and down with ease. As if I weigh what I did at eighteen. He makes me feel so small, so protected, and it’s exhilarating.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hums as his thrusts become a bit jerky. “I want you to stay full of my come, Fable. All the fucking time and only think of me.”