Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Tiny bumps dot my skin, spreading down my arms and legs. Trent said I’m trying to kill him, but I think it’s the reverse. I thrust my hips, wanting to feel him, commanding him to move faster.
Staring down at me, Trent moves to my other breast and takes my nipple between his teeth. He tugs on my skin like an animal. But it feels so damn good that a ripple of pleasure shoots throughout my body. Each time his breath hits my skin or his tongue or teeth graze my nipple, my body jerks from the overwhelming sensation ripping through me.
As if taking the hint that I need to come, Trent slides further down my body, gripping my thighs in his powerful hands, and then he rolls his tongue on my clit.
I. Could. Die.
“Oh… my…” I can’t even get out the words because my head is spinning, my mind reeling over the sensation spreading throughout my body.
“That’s a good girl,” he says between licks. “Come for me, Jem.”
His tongue is like heaven, a magician casting a spell on me each time it connects with the tiny bundle of nerves. I grip his hair between my fingers and pull him closer, smothering his head between my thighs. He slips his tongue between my slick folds and laps up my juices, his eyes meeting mine.
With a firm hold on my thighs, Trent lifts my ass from the mattress and devours me, his tongue like a skilled weapon being used against me. My body vibrates from the sheer intensity of the orgasm rocking through me.
Trent opens the drawer next to the bed and quickly rolls on a condom. Lining himself up at my entrance, he inches inside me, the initial pinch somewhat painful. But with each inch, he breaks through my inner walls, careful as he rocks into me, filling me up.
“I was right,” Trent whispers the words against my ear as he raises my hand above my head to thread our fingers together.
“About what?” I moan.
“You will be the death of me, Jem.” He continues to rock his hips, his cock burying deeper and deeper inside me. “Oh, fuck, you really are, baby.”
My body adapts to his size, the pain turning to pure pleasure. I’m so drunk on Trent, consumed by the sheer force of the orgasm that dominates me. Raising my leg with one hand, he changes the position, his cock sliding in deeper, his pace even faster. I close my eyes from the pressure building again, and he commands them open when he rubs my clit with his thumb. He ruins me, wrecks me from the inside out.
After I come again, Trent is right behind me, his orgasm shaking through me.
“What the fuck?”
His words rip me from my pleasure-induced coma. “What’s wrong?”
He sinks back on his heels, still between my thighs, and sticks his finger inside me, the condom now on his fingertip.
I stare at the condom, confused at first. “Did you come in the condom or me?”
He studies it for a second. “The condom, I think.”
I sit up and look, seeing fluid in the condom. “So, what happened? It got stuck?”
“Yeah. I guess I fucked you harder than I thought.”
I laugh. “Could you imagine if it got stuck up there?”
“No, I don’t want to imagine that.” He hops off the bed to dispose of the condom in the trashcan and then climbs back into bed with me.
Trent kisses my lips, a quick peck that sets my skin on fire. Rolling onto his side, he stares down at me, neither of us ready to speak, still catching our breaths.
He drags his finger across my bottom lip. An intense connection sparks between us, the silence telling me what I need to know.
His eyes say it all.
He wants more.
And so do I.
“What are you doing on Wednesday afternoon?”
His question surprises me.
“Going to class. Why?”
He smiles. “Because I want to take you somewhere.”
“Like on a date?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, I guess. A date.”
“I usually study in the afternoons at the library if you want to meet me there.”
His lips are close to mine but not yet touching. “It’s a date.”
Chapter Fifteen
Jemma
The library is my sanctuary. No matter the time of day, my dormitory is never silent. There’s always someone blasting music or throwing a party. I can never seem to get anything done unless I hide behind the reference books on the top floor of the library. No one ever notices me up here, apart from the librarian who checks on me every few hours.
So, when I spot Trent’s blond head coming up the back stairwell, my mouth falls open in shock. What is he doing here? We’re not supposed to meet for another hour. He makes a beeline toward me, and my smile widens.
He stops in front of me with a cocky look on his face. “You’re at my table.”