Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
He runs his hands up the outside of my thighs, slow and greedy, and I forget how breathing works. My favorite black bra barely covers my boobs, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He palms them, big hands gentle but insistent, his thumbs circling my nipples through the lace until they ache.
I gasp, “Oh my God.” The words barely make it out. My back arches off the edge of his bed. Jack’s hands are huge, warm, greedy. He rolls the lace aside and my boobs spill out, jiggling with every frantic breath I take. He stares for a second, eyes so dark I think he might eat me alive.
He pinches my nipple and rubs his thumb over the tip in slow circles that send zings of pure electricity shooting straight to my girly parts. He ducks his head, teeth grazing my skin, and then his mouth closes around my nipple and sucks hard.
Oh, holy crap.
I gasp so loud I’m pretty sure people three floors down just heard me. My thighs clamp around his waist, but Jack just groans and sucks harder. His mouth is hot and greedy and absolutely ruthless. He isn’t gentle at all. He’s obsessed and I freaking love it.
He licks, then sucks, then flicks the tip of my nipple with his tongue until I see literal stars behind my eyelids. My brain completely stops functioning. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but moan as he switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention. His hands cradle my back, big and supportive, and then one sneaks lower to squeeze my butt. Oh my God.
He breaks away just long enough to peel my panties off, slow and deliberate, like he’s unwrapping a present. He stares at me for a second, taking in every inch of bare skin. The way his eyes drag over me makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.
His hands stroke up my thighs, spreading me wide open. My breath hitches as I clutch at his shoulders.
Jack lowers his head and nuzzles the inside of my thigh. He kisses a line up, slow and steady. Each press of his lips sends a jolt right to my core. I almost black out from the pleasure.
His tongue flicks at the crease of my thigh, and I swear my whole body seizes. Jack looks up at me with this fierce, hungry stare, like he’s about to demolish a five-course meal and I’m the dessert course.
He grins against my skin, and holy hell, I think I might faint. “You smell so good,” he groans, and then he buries his face between my legs. His tongue licks a slow, teasing stripe up my center, then circles my clit so softly I actually whimper.
Oh, man. I am in so much trouble.
He grabs my hips and holds me in place like there’s nowhere else in the universe he wants to be. His tongue flicks, then flattens, then he sucks my clit so hard my brain turns to mush.
My hips come off the bed, and I almost knee Jack in the face, but he just groans and pins me down harder. He’s relentless. He’s obsessed. His mouth is savage, his tongue doing an insane swirl thing that causes me to lose my mind.
I can’t stop the noises coming out of my mouth as my hands twist in his hair, trying to pull him up or push him away or just hang on for dear life, but Jack isn’t moving. He slides a thick finger deep into my core, and the breath seizes in my throat.
He presses another thick finger deep and scissors them open, stretching me in a way that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Holy crap. This is intense. He pumps them in and out, and every single nerve ending in my body lights up.
“Jack,” I gasp, clutching at his hair for dear life.
He grins up at me, dark eyes wild and hungry, then curls his fingers and hits that spot inside that sends a bolt of pleasure straight through my soul.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, all dignity gone, hips rocking helplessly.
He sucks my clit hard and grinds his fingers deeper.
“Please,” I gasp, but he just doubles down on his efforts until I come so hard I see stars. Literal stars.
I’m still shaking from the best orgasm of my life and trying to remember my own name, when Jack hops up and strips so fast, I lose my breath for a second. He shrugs out of his shirt in one move, then yanks his pants and boxers down in another one.
Holy. Shit.
My jaw drops. He’s… I mean, I figured he’d look good naked, but this is next-level. Every muscle flexes under his skin as he moves. His shoulders are massive, chest broad and dusted with dark hair, and his cock is so big it actually makes me whimper. He’s hard, thick, and leaking at the tip, and my body clenches just looking at him.