Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Maybe I’ll take Eve to my private house, keep her away from all this crap getting ready to go down. My eyes pop open—I have never let any woman besides my mother walk into that house. That’s the house I use when I want to forget, feel normal, be normal. Reaching for my soap, I hesitate. The hole that holds my shampoo and soap is now filled with different bottles of what seem to be shampoos, conditioners, shower gels, girl’s shaving cream, and a pink razor. I pick up a tube that says cleansing mask. My AXE shampoo is in the back and I have no idea where my bar of Irish Spring went. Instead there’s a green bar that says Dove on it.
“Christ.” I pick up the soap and smell it. It has a fruity kind of smell. Whatever—I need soap so I use it to lather my filthy body. I do this twice and wash my hair. All I want is Eve and my bed. Stepping out, I wrap a towel around my waist and grab my toothbrush. After what seems like ten minutes, I can do no more to rid my mouth of the chemicals and smoke. I shut the light off and toss my towel on the floor. I’m tired, fucking exhausted, and instead of climbing into my comfortable bed, I stare down at golden wild hair on a dark pillow. Light and dark… her ripe puffy lips are slightly parted as her chest rises softly. She’s so exquisite it’s almost startling. She sleeps in one of my T-shirts and my whole body tightens. The need to sink into this woman and claim her is overwhelming.
I sit down and peel the sheet off her and she rolls over toward my already hard cock. I reach for her, and she blinks her eyes open. Long lashes flutter as she sleepily smiles. My rough hand caresses her soft cheek.
“Angel.” She looks at me and I lean down and take her lips. It’s soft and slow, almost sensual in a way I’ve never experienced. My tongue finds hers as we both groan. I lower my body onto hers and the day is gone: the fire, the drugs, all gone.
I pull back almost startled. My eyes search her face in the darkness. The moonlight peeks through a slit in the curtains, and I kiss her again because I can’t stop drinking in her sweetness. Her tongue touches mine as we both deepen it.
“Eve.” I trail my tongue to her long neck and pull the T-shirt off her.
“Lift up, baby.” It comes out as a growl. She shudders as she raises her hips, and I slip her panties off. Her body shines in the tiny stream of remaining light, which reveals a tease of her tan line.
“You’re beautiful.” She exhales and licks her swollen lips.
“I have to eat your pussy.” I lean down as I spread her legs and dive into her honey core. She’s slick and wet and her clit gets plump as I suck on it. My stomach tightens as her body arches into my mouth and I add a finger deep inside her. Her body starts to jerk and I lay my hand on her stomach to keep her still as she moans her pleasure into the dark room.
One more suck and rub with my finger and her sex grabs my finger and pulls it in, pulsing and clenching. A surge of glory comes over me, which is stupid because I’m acting like this is the first woman I’ve made come. Far from it, but this is the first woman I want to make come over and over. She’s screaming my name and my balls tighten. My name. Not Blade, not Prez; she’s screaming Jason and that about makes me jet off like a fucking punk. I climb back over her, my hands touching her full breasts. Wish I could suck on her nipples, but if I don’t bury my cock inside her now, I might go crazy. My frantic brain has channeled everything into how good she feels. I reach for my cock and rub her swollen, slick clit with the tip and she moans loudly. I can’t wait any longer… can’t remember a time I wanted a woman more.
As I thrust into her, those silken walls are still so tight they grip me. Each time I bury myself deeper, she moves with me until the room is filled with our bodies smacking and my muscles tightening.
“Fuck, I’m close. Touch yourself, Angel.”
“What?” Her voice is breathy and I don’t have time to explain, teach—all that can come later. I reach down and rub her clit hard as my thick cock thrusts into her and her pussy pulsates on its way to a climax.
“Oh my God… Jason… I’m coming.” Her fingernails dig into my back as she scratches her nails all the way down toward my ass. The sting burns and I fucking love it. I let my body be fulfilled in a way that I’ve never done before. And when I come, I call out her name and can’t stop. She reaches up to kiss me as my orgasm rocks me all the way to my toes. I don’t say anything; I don’t even pull out, yet I pull her onto me and let my breath calm and my mind go blank.