Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
He kneads my ass encouraging the movement as I become unable to stop myself from wanting more. He shifts moving his hand down my front, his fingers teasing my delicate core gently.
I shimmy wanting more. Before my mind can grasp it, I’m shifted and he’s up off the bed taking off his pants and boxers and then he slides my bottoms off as well. He is thick and long as I wrap my hand around him. He kisses me harder as he climbs back into the bed over me. I feel his pre-cum lubricating his tip and I want to feel him inside me desperately.
Exposed to him, he cups my pussy with the palm of his hand using his fingers to massage circles on the muscles on the sides of my opening causing my own juices to trickle out.
I can’t take it as I begin to rock into his hand, whimpering with my need. Lost in the sensations I stop stroking him as he pulls out of my grip and breaks our kiss. He drops his head to my shoulder, his breaths hot on my neck making me tremble. My entire body is an inferno of want.
Fingers slip between my pussy lips, rubbing my clit as I cry out for more. He licks my erect nipple, blowing and sending overwhelming sensations through me. He begins with one finger slowly sliding into me. For a split second my mind tries to go backward, but I inhale his scent and instantly know I’m safe again. He begins to work me with his finger. When I clinch down with my inner muscles as a silent cue not to stop, he adds another digit, stretching me, preparing my body.
He shifts, trailing kisses down my stomach and then between my legs, he kisses the insides of my thighs before his mouth devours my pussy. He licks as he fingers me. My hips rock into him climbing to the edge of my orgasm. When he sucks for a split second, it is exactly what I needed and I come harder than I have in my entire life.
His head comes up, he kisses his way back to my neck. I’m on fire for him as I reach between us, grabbing his cock lining him up to slide into me.
He wraps his arms around me with him still inside me, rolling to his back and shifting me to straddle him again. “You’re in control. This is for you, Tiny. Take what you need from me, Jami.”
Feeling empowered, I lean down kissing him, tasting my arousal on his tongue. I sit up allowing my body to take all of him in before I slowly begin to move on him. My eyes locked to his, we share an unspoken love that fills every broken crack in my soul.
With every moment we are connected, he is piecing me back together again.
Dropping my mouth to his, I pick up the pace, grinding in a way that my breasts rub against his chest. I want to touch him in every place I can. He starts rocking up to meet my rhythm, as need consumes us. The orgasm builds and when it becomes too much, I tear my mouth from his crying out his name as I go over the edge before feeling his hot seed fill me up.
My body is satiated, my heart is full, and there is no high than can ever be better than the feeling I have being connected to him.
Life has been brutal, but Tommy is the beauty in my pain.
Seventeen
Tommy Boy
The call comes just before noon.
I’m in the garage tightening the chain on my bike when Tripp’s name flashes across my phone. The sound alone drops my gut into my boots.
“Yeah?” I answer.
His voice is level, but the edge underneath it is steel. “Caputo just called. He did what he promised — supply’s cut. Mason’s line is gone. But he has word from his competitors. They’re already sniffin’ around for a new source.”
My jaw tightens. “They don’t learn.”
“No,” he replies. “They don’t. And that makes them dangerous. Karma’s got intel — five men running the show now. Seven women trapped in their web. Another motel off the main highway.”
I wipe my hands on a rag, heart already pounding like an engine about to redline. “You want me there?”
He exhales. “I’m not telling you no. Meet at the clubhouse. Ten minutes.”
By the time I pull into the lot, the others are already there.
Crunch leans against the wall, his jaw working like he’s chewing gravel. Red’s pacing. Pretty Boy’s tapping a rhythm on his thigh, steady, focused. Tripp, Tank, BW, Kick, and Karma stand by the table with maps spread wide.
“This is the place,” Karma says, pointing to the circled mark on the county map. “Motel by the bypass. Old property. They run girls out of the back rooms. Cops don’t bother. Owner’s on payroll.”