Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“I’m more than ready to get it.” He places me on the bed, and the mattress bounces when he comes down between my legs.
“Taking those off,” he murmurs, looking down the length of my body. “Next time, I’ll rip them to shreds, or maybe I’ll use my teeth. The possibilities are fucking endless.” I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or himself. What I do know is that I like it all the same.
“Yes, please.” I writhe, hoping it spurs him on.
“Impatient thing today, aren’t we. Kind of like when you were fingering this sweet pussy while I was on the phone. Hmm.” Jagger’s mouth meets mine, tender with just a brush of his lips, teasing me slowly. I’m ready for more, as in flip him over until he’s on his back and I’m the one exerting all this pent-up energy that’s burning inside of me. Finally, the hunger takes ahold of him, judging by the unapologetic way he takes my mouth, his tongue exploring mine, giving chase with every stroke we take. I’m breathless, he’s groaning and rocking his hips, and I’m lifting my body to meet his. The only way to describe the kiss of all kisses is raw and urgent. Full of heat, our movements laced with tension for our mutual want for one another.
“Jag.” The ache lingering in my voice is apparent when he pulls back.
“Yeah, panties, clothes, and my mouth all over you, in that exact order.” He moves like a panther, with stealth, patience, and precision, planting kisses along my heated flesh along the way. He stops near my center, tongue sliding along the edge of my panties, and I’m wondering if he’s going to use his teeth like he threatened. Sadly, I’m wrong. He sits back on his haunches, hands going to my hips, his calloused fingers dragging along my skin as he takes the last piece of clothing off my body. “Jesus, fuck, nothing could have prepared me for this, not a single damn thing.” Jagger says, looking from between my legs to my eyes before bringing the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply as if my scent is his dying breath. My pussy spasms, wanting him more now than ever.
“Jagger, please. You’re killing me.”
“Not as much as me, gorgeous.” He lifts himself off the bed, keeping his gaze on me the entire time. I only hope he hurries up before I have to take matters into my own hands.
13
JAGGER
Lyric’s body, naked and waiting for me to get with the program and do the same, is the least of what I expected to come from today. It’s damn hard when the only woman you’ve ever loved rips her clothes off and isn’t shy about what she wants.
“No touching. I think we’ve done enough of taking care of ourselves this past week. Don’t you?” She’s been sliding her hand down the middle of her chest, leading right to where her wet pussy is calling to me. I’ve got so much I want to do to her, and it’s a damn good thing I’m not working today. I’ll be taking my time with her. The first goddamn thing I’ll be doing is kissing her, not the short and sweet ones we shared earlier today. I’m going to dominate her mouth, her tits, and her pussy. I feel her coating my abdomen with every lift of her hips while I’ve got my mouth wrapped around one taut nipple, testing the limits to how soft or hard she likes it, going to the other then repeating the process.
“Please, Jagger.” Lyric plants her feet on the mattress, spreading her thighs and showing me her sweet pussy. I rip my shirt over my head. My boots are already off in order not to track drywall dust into her bedroom. I back off the bed, annoyed that I didn’t have the forethought to get naked with her earlier. I bend down to take off my socks, watching her as she watches me.
A soft gasp, a catch in her breath, has me hurrying up. My hands take care of the button and zipper, then the jeans fall to the floor, I step out of them, and I let Lyric look her fill. The clear outline of my cock is easy to notice in the black boxer briefs I’m wearing.
“You want me, Lyric, but how do you want me?” There’s no wrong answer, and as I wrap my hand around the bulge in my shorts, I see what it does to her. A tremor consumes her body as her flesh pebbles. Her hands are in the freshly made bedding, washed and folded after she unpacked it. I’m noticing that she likes to be kept busy, no matter what’s going on around her.
“On top of me, preferably.” She’s a handful, but I’d never want less. I pull my boxers down and step out of them. “Holy shit, did that, I don’t know, get bigger?” My cock bobs against my abdomen. I wrap my hand around my length, holding it. The need to paint her body with my cum, marking her as mine, sits heavy on my mind.