Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Jack…”
“Shh,” he murmurs for a second time before doing the quickest glance down the alleyway.
Once he’s sure the coast is clear, he sets me back on my feet, slips my panties to the side without a fraction of hesitation, then locks his eyes with mine. I nod to the silent questions in his eyes, confident I will die if he doesn’t touch me as they are begging him to do. That’s how intense our connection is—how fire-sparking.
“This should tie you over until we can find somewhere better to take this.”
The brickwork scratches my back when my knees buckle out from beneath me. It isn’t solely Jack stuffing a girthy finger into my vagina causing my collapsing response. It is the fact a man with a one-hundred-thousand-dollar watch circling his wrist is willing to fall to his knees and eat me for dessert that has me incapable of staying upright.
My unstable legs are a thing of the past when Jack spears his tongue into my vagina. He slithers it along his index finger before he slowly drags it toward my clit.
It takes everything I have not to come when the vibrations of his deep voice tremble on my clit when he asks, “Tell me what you like?”
“That.” I snake my fingers through his almost black hair before gently swaying my hips in rhythm to the grinds of his finger. “I like… that.”
For what should mimic a quick and nasty romp in an alleyway, our get-together is on the opposing end of the equation. Jack’s licks on my clit are fast and frantic, but the pumps of his finger are slow and leisured.
The odd combination is arousing as hell, and within seconds, I’m tugging on his hair in warning of an impending climax instead of encouraging a faster speed.
“Jack. Oh, God… oh.”
I yank on his hair harder as my eyes dart up and down the alleyway. I then let go of a sensation so overwhelming there’s no doubt I’d crumple to the ground in a sticky, sweaty heap if Jack weren’t groping my ass with as much eagerness as he did earlier today.
My orgasm rips through me at the same time my moans ripple down the still isolated alleyway. It’s long, frantic, and so overwhelming, if Jack wasn’t a stranger only hours ago, a girl might be tempted to scream three little words she’s never said to a man before—not even her father.
Once my surging pulse returns to a normal level, Jack lessens the severity of his licks. He sucks my overstimulated clit into his mouth, kisses the nervy bud like he didn’t just torment it into hysteria, slowly withdraws his finger, then stands until we meet almost eye to eye. “We need a room, and we need one now.”
Incapable of denying the absolute honesty of his statement, I nod.
CHAPTER 6
JACK
Wrangling a cab in New York on a Saturday night is a tricky feat, but it has nothing on a suburban community on the outskirts of Seattle. With the knees of my trousers scuffed and cut up from my eagerness to learn if Octavia’s pussy tastes as delicious as her mouth and almost exact replicas of my watch being sold by every street vendor at a flea market, the first three cabs drove by without stopping. The fourth demanded both cash and that we share a fare with someone he had already agreed to collect, and the fifth cab driver’s car reeked of alcohol.
I was desperate to take my date with Octavia somewhere more private, but I wasn’t so desperate to put her in harm’s way.
That’s what led us to this. A twenty-minute Uber drive with a man who smells of garlic and tomatoes and has two seconds to lift his rearview mirror back to its original setting before I add an assault charge to the long list of felonies I’ve undertaken thus far today.
When the driver catches my wrath stare in the rearview mirror, he coughs to clear his throat, adjusts the mirror back to its rightful spot, then signals to turn down Prichard Street.
My lips move in preparation to speak, but Octavia curls her hand over my balled one before they can. “Don’t bother. He’s taking Prichard no matter what you say.” Her voice is still husky from the scream of ecstasy she released in the alleyway, and her eyes are wide and dilated. She looks like a woman who’s been thoroughly fucked even with our adventurous night only just beginning.
I like that.
I like that very much.
The thickness of my cock hasn’t deflated an inch in the past thirty minutes. I’m so hard, I continually grab myself to make sure I haven’t busted through my zipper. That’s how hearty he’s knocking at the metal teeth, begging to be freed. It has never pumped as much blood through it as it has tonight.