Cease Fire (Blackbridge Security #9) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Blackbridge Security Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
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“What exactly do you need, Jules? Tell me.”

“You,” she says.

I shake my head, and her cheeks turn crimson. “You’re thirty-five, Jules. By this point in your life, you should know what you need from a man. Tell me.”

She breaks eye contact with me, her fingers spilling into the waistband of her panties.

“Leave them on.”

Her eyes snap up to mine, her chest moving up and down incrementally more. She likes me bossing her around, and my cock jerks in appreciation.

“Touch yourself.”

She blinks twice before one hand cups her breast while the other skates lower on her stomach.

“Lie down on the bed and do it for me.”

She moves quickly, eager to take things a little further.

“Right at the end, Jules. Lie back, spread those legs, and get those fingers in your pussy.”

She whimpers as she does exactly what I command, and it takes everything I have to keep my distance. I want my own hands, my mouth, my cock, touching her, but I also need this. I need to see her watching me while she brings herself pleasure. It feeds my rejected soul to know it’s me that’s eliciting such a reaction from her.

God knows I spent so many hours of my life thinking of her while touching myself. It only seems fair.

“Add another one,” I tell her. “I had three of mine in there. You can manage three of yours.”

Her eyes flutter as she slips another finger inside of herself, her toes curling over the edge of the mattress.

“Aww, fuck. That’s a good girl,” I praise. “Taste yourself.”

I swallow, hungry for her as she lifts her fingers to her lips. I fully expect her tongue to sneak out and maybe swipe the tip of one finger, but she buries her hand between her lips, much the same way she buried it in her beautiful cunt.

“Fuck, baby. Do you have any damn idea what you’re doing to me?”

I slide closer, the time for observing ending with her fingers in her mouth.

She gasps when I grip her around her thighs and pull her until her body is half hanging off the end of the bed.

“Do you want to come?”

She nods her head aggressively. If there weren’t a heavy layer of desire surrounding us, I imagine we’d both laugh at her instantaneous reaction.

I don’t waste a second burying my face between her legs, lapping at her arousal as I swirl my tongue around her clit.

My cock hangs heavy between my legs, leaking at the tip. As much as I want to devour her all fucking night, I also need inside of her.

I want to make her come on my lips, but at the same time, I don’t know if she’s the type of woman who loses focus after an orgasm. I’m not willing to risk it. I’d give her a dozen or more tonight if I knew she was the type to keep begging for more.

“Kit!” she yelps when I pull away at the first threat of release.

I grin at her, loving it when she both narrows her eyes in annoyance and reaches for me at the same time.

She watches me as I strip off my shirt, her eyes roving over my muscles as I kick off my shoes.

“Like what you see?” I ask.

“When did you turn into such a cocky son of a bitch?”

“When did I give you permission to touch that pussy again?”

Her hand freezes on her clit, but she doesn’t immediately pull it away.

“You’re different,” she whispers, her hand falling to her side as I kick my slacks and boxer briefs away.

“How so?”

Is she actually opening her eyes to the real me? Considering that maybe she saw me all wrong for so long?

“I never expected you to be pierced,” she says, her eyes dropping to my dick.

It jerks at her attention, as if the damn thing is putting on his own little show for the night.

I bend down to reach for my wallet, tugging a condom out of it before throwing it back down on my clothes.

I chuckle as I open the condom wrapper and roll the latex down my dick, taking extra care not to let it snag on my Jacob’s ladder. “You didn’t? I’m covered in tattoos.”

“Tattoos and piercing aren’t the same thing,” she argues. “Is it going to hurt?”

“The piercings?”

I watch her nod her head, her eyes wide and focused on my hand as I stroke my length.

“They won’t hurt you. It’s going to feel amazing. I fucking promise. Nope. Stay right there,” I tell her when she starts to inch up the mattress as I walk closer. “Open for me. Good girl.”

Goosebumps pop up on her skin with my words, and that confirms that Jules Warren is seriously into praise. I keep that in mind as I reach a hand out and stroke her swollen clit with my thumb.


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