Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“The answer is yes.” I can feel Jude’s hard length, along with what I think is a piercing I’ve never experience before, through my sleep shorts.
“You don’t even know my question.” I gasp, trying to remain calm when he drags what I think is a frenum piercing along my slit. Jude surprises me at every turn, though I’m not sure when this conversation would come up. And every time I’ve rubbed against him thus far, we’ve been completely clothed. Well, more clothed than we are now, at least.
“Foxy, hush. Let go and feel me.” He wedges completely between my legs. Right, turn your mind off, Veronica. Don’t think about Jude’s cock being pierced, how it would feel with zero barriers. The thought of the cold metal touching my hot, wet center makes my toes curl. There’s also how one goes about taking a pierced dick to the back of your throat. Jude’s infatuation with my ass almost makes me pause in turning my brain off. How the fucking hell?
“It seems I’m not doing enough to get you out of your head.” He moves from one side of my neck to the other, sucking and biting my skin. I’m sure I’ll have a ring of bruises wrapped around where a choker necklace would usually sit.
“It’s not my fault. It’s your piercing.” I hook my feet around the small of Jude’s back, locking my ankles, and raise my hips. He lifts his head, hands pressing down on either side of my head, as he rocks against me even more.
“Wait until you really feel it.” He redoubles his efforts, pulling back before moving forward. Between the head of his cock and what I’m realizing is a metal barbell that’s sliding along my center, I’m shockingly close already. “Best goddamn way to wake up is with you beneath me, Foxy. I like it. I like it a fucking lot.” His eyes are hooded, from either sleep or hunger or a mixture of both. Dark brown hair is tousled from sleep, lines from the sheets have creased his cheeks, and when he bites his plush bottom lip, I’m more than ready for more.
“Jude, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Except he has. He’s hovering above me, looking his fill. I can only imagine what he sees. My breathing is ragged, the swells of my breasts are nearly bursting over the top, and that’s exactly where his gaze is locked on.
“Never.” His mouth lands on mine, and there’s nothing slow about this kiss. He nudges at my lips with his tongue, our breathing mingles, and our tongues brush along the other’s. Every movement is rushed, including the way Jude works himself between my legs. The tension builds as our kiss turns more passionate with each caress, and Jude’s movements become more deliberate, both of us searching for that high.
“Oh god, Jude.” He moves away from my mouth, peppering kisses along my heated flesh. Through it all, he curls his hips, hitting that spot harder while taking the curve of my breast in his mouth.
“Fuck me, Foxy. You’re close already. My mouth hasn’t even gotten the slightest taste of you, and you’re more than ready. This hot body rubbing against me all night, your hot pussy grinding on me, it’s a miracle I kept my hands to myself.”
“Jude.” My nails dig into his shoulders, and I arch my back, silently begging him to attach his mouth to my nipples. His dirty words, the way he’s not letting up, it won’t be long until I’m coming all over him.
“Wish like hell you were naked, but that’d mean I’d have to stop, and that’s not gonna happen.” His nose nudges my top down until one breast is out in the open, and he doesn’t stutter in his task. He licks my nipple, starting at the tip before circling my pinkened skin. The moment he wraps his lips around me, pulling deeply, my hips tilt up, and my clit pulses.
“Jude, god, Jude.” My eyes close, and my body tightens. An out-of-this-world experience rushes through me, one I could never have prepared for. No amount of toys, my fingers, or people in my past could ever compare to what Jude does to me.
“My Foxy, look at you falling apart in my bed, right before my eyes.” I hear his voice, the rawness, and when I look at Jude, I can see he’s holding himself back. He’s on his knees, hands gripping the tops of my thighs, thumbs dangerously close to my core. Jesus, why do we still have our clothes on again?
I’m unsure why he isn’t doing something, anything to take care of his hard dick. He’s biting down on his lip so hard I’m surprised he hasn’t broken the skin. His muscles are pulled taut, and when I scan down the length of his torso, the head of his cock is peeking out. I whimper, lifting myself up, hands sliding from his shoulders down to his chest, feeling each dip and curve of well-defined form. I draw a line with the tip of my finger along the light dusting of hair along his happy trail but barely get any further before his hand stops me.