Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Pixie,” I moaned. “You are too good at this.”
I looked down at her, the sight erotic. She stared back with those blue eyes, my cock stretching her mouth wide. “You look so good on your knees for me. Sucking me.”
She did something with her tongue, and I groaned, knowing I couldn’t take much more. I stilled her movements. “Enough, Pixie. Enough.”
She frowned, letting my cock fall from her mouth. I already missed it.
“I want to be inside you. Right now.”
I bent and picked her up, flinging her on the bed. I yanked off her overalls, tearing off her shirt. As usual when wearing overalls, she had no bra on, and I fell forward, licking and sucking her nipples, taking turns between them, my mouth on one, my fingers plucking and pinching the other. She cried out as I nipped the sensitive flesh, then swirled my tongue on it to ease the sting. I slid my hand down her sternum, using my knee to open her legs. She was wet, hot, straining for my touch.
I pushed my body down the mattress, staring up at her. “You liked that? Sucking my cock? Did it make you hot?”
“Yes,” she panted. “And I need your long hose to put out the fire.”
“My turn first.”
I pushed her thighs wide and licked her. She tasted musky and sweet, all at the same time. She cried out as I did it again, grabbing at my hair. I went deeper, finding her clit and sucking as I crossed two fingers and glided them inside her. I flattened my tongue and teased her. Sucked at the hard nub. Finger-fucked her as she writhed and gasped, pulling on my hair and begging me.
“Jesse—oh God, please. Faster. More.”
I cupped her curvy ass, sliding a finger in as I concentrated on her clit. She screamed, her body locking down, convulsing around my fingers, filling my mouth with her honey. I didn’t give her a chance to come down from her orgasm, rolling to my knees and pulling her up my thighs, impaling her with one hard snap of my hips.
Locked deep inside her pussy, the heat was scorching. Her muscles squeezed my cock, the aftershocks of her orgasm continuing. I lifted her ass, driving into her mindlessly. She gripped the blanket, wrapped her legs around my waist and watched me, her eyes wide and filled with need.
Need for me.
I bent over her, capturing her mouth with mine, needing to kiss her. I pulled her higher on my legs so we were chest-to-chest, our damp skin melding, as close as we could be. I rocked into her, a steady rhythm as our bodies joined, never separating, the pleasure building to an intense peak. I was wild in my need for her. The feel of her body pressed to mine. The grip of her pussy holding my cock. The shape of her mouth on mine. The satin of her skin under my fingers.
My orgasm hit me in a rush of blinding heat. I groaned as every nerve lit up, my muscles spasming, my cock swelling and releasing. She buried her head in my neck, whimpering as her muscles fluttered around me, thousands of small shocks exploding around my cock as she orgasmed again.
And then, we were spent.
For a moment, the room was quiet except for our breathing. I glanced around, seeing clothing strewn everywhere. Pillows from the bed were on the floor. The blankets rumpled and pushed off. A lampshade was askew, the lamp balancing precariously on the edge of the night table.
Carefully, I peeled away from her, lifting her chin and dropping a kiss to the end of her nose.
“We made a mess.”
“You certainly did.”
I opened my mouth to respond, then cursed when I realized what she meant. I hadn’t used a condom. “Fuck, I forgot. I was so out of my mind…” I trailed off. “I’m sorry.”
She sighed. “I’m on birth control, and it’s been almost two years. I’m good. You’re safe.”
“So are you. It’s been almost the same time for me.”
She grinned, looking impish. “That’s what happens when you let your temper get the best of you and you hate-fuck someone.”
“No,” I growled. “That was not a hate fuck. It was a…” I was at a loss for words.
“You-broke-my-rules fuck?” she suggested.
“Yes.” I groaned. “Don’t remind me. I don’t want to get mad again.”
“Shame,” she said with a giggle. “I enjoyed your anger.”
I caught her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply. “How about a shower and an ‘I’m not angry—I just want to fuck you’ fuck?”
“Mouthful. But I like the sound of that.”
I swung my legs off the bed, taking her with me. I’d fuck her any way she wanted, but I never wanted her to think I hated her. That was impossible.
“Me too.”
Chapter Nineteen
JESSE
We lay on the bed, watching the sunlight fade from the room. We’d had a shower, and I’d fucked her again, this time her breasts pressed into the cold tiles as I took her from behind, braced on the same wall, rolling into her so hard and fast she’d been up on her tiptoes, begging for more, gasping as she came around me.