Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
His fingers drove deeper, curling, stroking as his thumb worked in relentless circles. She was so wet, the slick sounds of her body collided with her moans. Her inner walls clenched and released in a steady flutter, building until her whole body trembled.
“Oh God—oh God—”
“That’s it. Don’t hold back.”
She arched and shattered, her mouth falling open on a silent scream, her sex clamping down on his fingers with rhythmic pulses that seemed to go on forever. He stroked her through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks rolled through her body, watching her face with something that felt dangerously close to awe.
When she finally stilled, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed and unfocused, he withdrew his fingers slowly.
His fingers glistened with her release, and her scent intensified. Like a delicacy, he licked his fingers clean.
“Jack!” She blushed to the tips of her breasts and covered her mouth.
“You taste like salvation.” He kissed her. “Like absolution.” He licked at her lips, letting her taste for herself. “Like everything pure in this fucked up world.”
She lay boneless against the sheets, hair tangled across the pillow, skin flushed from throat to navel. Her gaze dropped to the rigid bulge straining against his suit.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
She shook her head. “If only that were possible.”
“This isn’t about me.”
“I know. It’s about us, Jack.” Her hands remained over her head, fingers entwined, as her gaze became a caress in itself. “Would you touch yourself?” Her voice trembled nervously.
“That’s not necessary—”
“Jack, please. I’ll keep my hands right here, I promise.” When he looked away, she said, “I know you touch yourself in the shower. Why not here, with me? If you want, I’ll shut my eyes. I just… I want to hear you too.”
His breath punched out of his lungs. Slowly, he reached for her face, gently closing her eyes. His hands shook as he reached for his belt. The buckle clinked in the firelit silence—obscenely loud—and he hesitated with his fingers on the metal.
“I’m right here with you,” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The buckle released. The zipper parted. And when he finally drew himself free from the confining fabric, the relief was so acute it tore a groan from his chest.
He was painfully hard, the engorged head of his swollen cock slick with need. He fisted his thick length, his body straining for relief.
She kept her eyes closed as he lay alongside her naked body, his clothes blocking him from feeling her beautiful skin. His other hand settled on her inner thigh—still slippery with her arousal—needing the contact, needing the reminder that this was shared. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
He stared at her mouth as his fist tightened around his length, and he stroked in earnest. Slow at first, so as not to startle her. But those long, deliberate pulls made his hips thrust. His fist moved faster, and a groan escaped.
He fingered her slowly, sliding her cream through his fingers, then switching hands so he could feel her slick arousal sliding over him.
“Are you looking at me, Jack?”
“Yes.” The word was barely human.
“Are you pretending it’s my hand touching you? My mouth? Your cock where your fingers are?”
“Fuck,” he gasped.
His hips thrust as he fucked his fist. It wasn’t enough. He leaned into her, dragging the tip of his dick along her thigh. Soft. Luscious. God, she was drenched.
His breath came faster. His clothes rustled with every shift. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in as his hand worked faster.
Her scent surrounded him. Her warmth bled through layers of tailored wool. He was still armored, still suited, still technically untouched, but he’d never been more exposed in his life.
“I’m close,” he groaned against her throat.
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was so gentle. So sure. “I want to feel it, Jack. Can you give that to me?”
Permission.
His rhythm turned frantic. Graceless. Desperate. He pressed harder against her thigh, slicking himself through the wet mess of her arousal. His body shuddered. He couldn’t breathe.
“Daisy, Christ, I’m…”
A ragged sob tore from his throat as his release ripped out of him, erasing thought, erasing shame, erasing everything but the pulse of pleasure she stirred. White-hot heat spilled across her thighs, marking her skin, ruining his suit.
He didn’t care.
She gasped, breathing as hard as he.
Aftershocks shook him from head to toe. His forehead pressed to her shoulder, breath sawing in and out of his lungs while his heart threatened to beat through his ribs.
He looked down in awe, hand trembling, fingers pressed deep inside of her, his cum dripping over her thighs. He had to concentrate to loosen his grip, and when he did, he dragged his release up her thigh and fed it into her.
Her moan was otherworldly. Her back arched, and she welcomed his touch with blind trust. “That’s me inside of you,” he whispered, stroking as deep as his fingers could fit.