Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
“I want you to look me in the eyes while I’m inside you.” He leans in, fusing our connection with his gaze.
Then he thrusts, impaling me to the root.
“Fuck. Dove… Fuck.” A choking sound breaks from him as he rocks forward and back, changes the angle, and grinds down. “Goddammit. Feels so fucking good.”
I can’t respond. Can’t push breath past my lips. I can only stare into the black abyss of his blown pupils as he rolls his hips and fucks me hard.
He’s done things I can’t fully measure. He’s killed for me. Sold his body for me. But seeing him like this? Feeling him moving between my legs? This is the Jag I’ve been dying to meet. This man is achingly human, stripped down to feeling, and unmoored by love.
“You look unbelievably sexy when you’re balls-deep inside me.” I dart my tongue along the seam of his parted lips.
He gathers my thighs around his waist, lifts my ass, and hauls my body tighter to his. Then he lowers his mouth to mine.
“I love you.” He breathes the oath against my lips.
His next thrust drives home the point. He fucks me and kisses me, and I open to all of it, my mouth full of his tongue and my pussy stuffed with his cock.
My nails scratch down his back, fingers tracing lines I know by heart, as my body answers the pull between us.
Sex with Jag is exquisite beyond words, heavy with history, shimmering with promise, and overwhelmingly beautiful as it all finally lands at once.
“I love to hear you moan while I’m fucking you.” He groans against my mouth.
“Fuck me harder, and you can hear me moan while I come.”
And so he does. He kicks up the tempo and unleashes his power, ramming, stabbing, and rubbing me right there.
“Right there. Right there. Oh, God. Don’t stop.” Pinned beneath two-hundred pounds of shredded muscle, I fall into his bedroom eyes and let go. “I’m coming, Jag! Fucking coming all over you.”
The tendons in his neck go taut. His hips stutter, and his breath grows erratic. I swear the amber in his eyes completely disappears as he opens his mouth and roars.
We come together, bucking and moaning, my chest and legs burning, trembling and twitching in the shimmer of orgasmic bliss.
His weight sinks into me, his breath hot and fast against my neck. Even as he softens inside me, his hips continue to languidly thrust.
“Wolf.” He kisses my neck, giving no sign of pulling away. “How hard are you?”
“Is that a real question?” Wolf’s face appears above mine, his hair falling forward, blue eyes gleaming with lust.
He gives me a sexy as fuck smile, leans down, and kisses me. Upside down. All lips and confidence.
Jag sits back, and Wolf moves toward him, crawling down my body from my head to where I’m joined with Jag. Wolf sets his mouth there, licking the clamp of my pussy around Jag’s impaled cock.
Jag and I moan at the same time. I clutch Wolf’s thighs, where they straddle my head and draw his heavy ball sack into my mouth. He growls between my legs and reaches down to angle his dick against my lips.
I take it, sucking him deep and swirling my tongue. We stay like that, pleasuring each other with our mouths and fingers.
Jag is semi-hard as he slides out and shoves himself between Wolf’s lips. Wolf licks him clean, slurping and smacking as he restlessly fucks my throat.
When Jag eases back, Wolf turns his attention to my pussy. Then we take full advantage of the 69 position, riding each other’s faces. He gags me with his unapologetic thrusts as his tongue lashes and curls inside me.
Before I can come, he swings around, seats himself between my legs, and pushes inside my cunt. Then he fucks me.
His spine rolls. His hips flex, and his pecs contract and stretch his scars, as he drives deeper and harder. He feels so good I might cry.
Jag moves in beside us and kisses me, then Wolf, then the three of us are kissing one another, taking turns and tangling our tongues together. Three mouths, fusing and consuming in a union of love.
Pushing up on a vascular arm, Jag cups Wolf’s neck and angles his head to deepen the kiss. Their jaws stretch open, and their tongues rub and slide together, rough and unmistakably masculine, making Wolf pound harder between my legs.
Beneath Jag’s dominance, Wolf is pure heat and surrender, his lips parting under the slant of Jag’s mouth, his chest rising hard as he snatches air in the brief pauses between kisses.
Watching them together, seeing how Jag sets the pace and how Wolf yields to it, turns me on like nothing else, lighting every cell in my body on fire.
“Are you ready to go again, old man?” Wolf growls against Jag’s lips.