Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
A surge of feminine satisfaction rushed through me as I twined my arms around his neck. “Is that even possible?”
“Starting to think just about anything is when it comes to you.” He brushed his lips against mine. “Never felt this kinda pull before.”
Neither had I, but I had a feeling he didn’t mean it the same way. At a full dozen years older than me—and being as ridiculously sexy as he was—the odds of Jude being a virgin too were probably the same as winning a billion dollars in the lottery without buying a ticket—zero.
“Maybe we should do something about it,” I suggested.
He stroked his thumb across my bottom lip. “Don’t go shy on me now. Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You,” I whispered, rocking my hips against him. “I want to see how hot the passion between us can burn.”
“Prepare to be scorched,” he growled.
That was all the warning I got before he tunneled his hand under the shirt I borrowed to drag it over my head and toss it onto the floor. I hadn’t put my bra back on, so my breasts were bared to him. The tips pebbled beneath his hungry gaze, tightening even more when he dipped his head to suck one deep into his mouth.
“Whoa.” My back arched off the mattress at the shock of pleasure that went straight to my core.
Letting go of my nipple with a pop, he smirked up at me. “Like that?”
“Uh-huh,” I breathed, clutching his shoulders.
I felt his lips curve when he shifted to the other side, nibbling and swirling his tongue around my nipple while I moaned beneath him.
“Fucking love how responsive you are for me, angel,” he mumbled against my skin as he kissed his way down my stomach, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.
He licked along the waist of the pair of sweatpants I’d snagged from his bag, and my inner walls clenched with each swipe of his tongue. When he tugged the soft material, I lifted my hips so he could pull the pants off my legs. Leaving them wrapped around my ankles, he wedged himself between my legs and buried his face in my pussy.
“Damn,” he groaned. “You taste fucking fantastic.”
I threaded my fingers through his dark blond hair. “That feels amazing.”
“Good, ’cause I’m gonna want to eat this sweet pussy every chance I get.”
He slid his tongue through my wetness, and when he circled my clit, I gasped, “Jude.”
“That’s right, angel. Let me know how much you like havin’ my mouth on your pussy,” he urged before devouring me again.
He licked and sucked, stiffened his tongue to plunge it in my core, and swirled it around my clit. Over and over again until I was writhing beneath him in need. When he finally pinched my sensitive bundle of nerves, I flew over the edge, screaming his name, “Yes, oh yes, Jude!”
My entire body stiffened, my thighs locking around his head as he ate me through my orgasm. The first one any man had ever given me.
The thought echoed in my head as he yanked the sweats off my ankles and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He was kneeling between my legs, his fist wrapped around his dick when I blurted, “I’m a virgin.”
Possessiveness flared in his eyes. “Am I the only man who’s tasted your pussy, too?”
“Yes.”
My confession didn’t scare him away—it did the opposite instead.
“Didn’t think it was possible to want you more than I already did, angel. But then you went and told me nobody else has ever felt you wrapped around their cock.” He notched the tip of his dick at my entrance. “I’m the only one who gets to hear your screams of pleasure. See you fall apart for them.”
“Uh-huh,” I gasped as he inched forward, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Because you’re mine.”
He punctuated his claim with a quick thrust of his hips, ripping through my innocence with one powerful surge. The pain wasn’t as bad as I expected, probably because it came on the heels of a mind-blowing orgasm and he didn’t give me the chance to tense up.
“Sorry, angel.”
I gave him a jerky nod and took a few deep breaths before I murmured, “I’m okay.”
“You sure?”
I wriggled my hips a little, relieved that only the slightest twinge of pain was quickly overpowered by pleasure. “Yeah.”
That was all the encouragement he needed to slowly drag his dick out of my wet heat before inching back in again. “Still good?”
“Good doesn’t begin to describe it.”
“Thank fuck,” he grunted. “I’m fucking dying here, baby.”
“Then don’t hold back,” I urged. “Gimme all you’ve got.”
He picked up the pace, and I flung my head back against the pillow as he powered in and out of me. It wasn’t long before my cries echoed around us.
“That’s right, angel. Let me hear you. Wanna know you’re enjoyin’ this as much as I am.”