Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“There’s only one thing I am certain of right now.” His voice is strained, barely more than a murmur against my skin. “You.”
“Then use me,” I say. “Take me. Do whatever you need to do to ease the ache inside you.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
I swallow hard. “Maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m good with that. I just want to be here for you, Jason. Let me do that. Let me do that for you.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jason
I should walk away.
I should walk away, go home, jack off, and then run ten miles.
But I don’t.
I don’t walk away.
Instead, I grab Angie, grip her shoulders almost violently. “Take off your fucking clothes,” I grit out. “Then get on your bed.”
She turns to walk to her bedroom—
“No. Here. Strip. Now.”
Her eyes widen at the command, but after a moment of hesitation, she starts to remove her clothes. This woman, so full of strength and vulnerability all at once, obeys me without question. It is an act of submission, an offer of salvation.
There’s no salvation for me, of course, but Angie is truly good. Truly angelic, like her name.
She peels off her blouse, lets it fall to the floor. Her skin glows in the light of her living room. Then her bra, her gorgeous tits falling against her chest. Already her nipples are hard and taut, just begging for my fingers and mouth.
The sight of her sends a jolt of desire through me so fierce it almost brings me to my knees. I grip the back of a nearby chair, steadying myself as she hooks her thumb into the waistband of her pants and slowly pushes them down.
I swallow hard as she steps out of them, leaving only her panties. Fuck. Simple white cotton panties, and they’re as sexy as the most outrageous lingerie on her.
She reaches for them, slides them over her hips. They puddle at her feet.
I close the distance between us in two strides. My hands find their way to her waist, my fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips. I pull her against me—hard—and I kiss her again in a mad rush of desperation and longing. My lips are harsh against hers, my tongue demanding as I explore the sweet warmth of her mouth. Her arms snake around my neck, and she tangles her fingers in my hair.
The scent of her skin, the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against mine—it’s all an intoxication that drowns out the rest of the world.
“I need you, Angie,” I rasp into her ear. “I need you so much it hurts.”
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and she nods, clutching me tighter. “Then have me, Jason. Take what you need.”
The desperation in her voice matches mine—a shared agony that shatters any remaining barriers between us.
I grip her shoulders again, this time pushing her onto her knees in front of me. I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, free my aching cock.
I grab the back of Angie’s head and force her onto me. “Suck it, baby. Suck my hard cock. I’m going to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours. Fuck it until you gag.”
She looks up at me, her eyes wide and glassy. There’s fear there, yes, but also trust. And something more. A raw desire that matches my own. She opens her mouth obediently, taking me in.
The sensation is electrifying, a jolt of white-hot pleasure that sears through every nerve. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to come right here and now.
My grip in her hair tightens as I guide her movements, setting the rhythm I need—fast and merciless. She gags once, twice, but she doesn’t protest. Instead she squeezes her eyes shut and takes me deeper.
“Fuck, Angie…” My voice is a rough growl.
Her answer is a hum around my length that sends tremors of pleasure through me. God, she’s incredible.
When I can’t take it anymore, when the pressure building inside me threatens to explode, I pull away from her hot mouth with an agonized groan.
She looks up at me, her lips glistening. Her eyes are bright with want and submission, and it’s a sight that nearly breaks me.
“Stand up,” I command.
She obeys instantly and rises to her feet. I pull her toward me until there’s barely a breath between us, until I can feel the heat of her radiating against my skin.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I promise her, my voice low and deadly serious. “I’m going to make you scream my name.”
Her eyes flash with anticipation and arousal. She nods, her lips parting.
With a swift movement, I grip her hips and lift her onto the dining room table behind us, clearing it off with one sweep of my arm. Angie gasps as she lands on the cool tabletop but doesn’t protest. Instead, she spreads her legs for me and looks up at me with a raw vulnerability that threatens to shatter my self-control. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with lust and submission.