Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Yes, Locke, yes.” She pushes back when I pull out, working in tandem with me, worried I’ll leave the vice grip of her cunt. That couldn’t be further from the truth. If anything, I want to bury myself inside her and never fucking leave.
“Feel you getting close. Do what you gotta do, Jade, and come all over my cock.” My woman likes my mouth. The more I use it, the higher it makes her fly.
“So good.” Her head tips back, hair cascading around her shoulders, and her body breaks out in goose bumps at the same time her pussy quivers around my dick.
“Swear to Christ, you’re draining my dick dry.” I grunt in between each punch of my hips. I watch as she slides a hand beneath her, feel the rasp of her fingertips on my balls before she spreads her fingers into a V-shape on either side of my cock. The palm of her hand must land on her clit because a few strokes later, she’s screaming out her release.
I keep going, fucking her through her orgasm and allowing her to take me right along with her.
“Locke.” Her chest drops. She’s boneless, breathless, and still, she lets me take her how I want.
“Coming. Jesus, I’m coming inside the woman I love.” She knows it, I know it, and everyone important to us knows it. But there’s something about solidifying it while you’re inside the woman who means the world to you. It’s a different kind of orgasm. It’s not about getting off; it’s about feeling. It’s all about feeling—her softness, her beauty, and her voice.
“Want that. Love that.” She tips her head over her shoulder, giving me more of her beauty. And that’s when it takes me under, drowning in her warmth and pumping my cum into Jade. And she takes it all.
“Locke, I don’t want to lose you.” It isn’t until I’m able to regain some composure that I pull out of her. Our combined wetness is on my dick, her cunt, and her thighs.
“That’ll never happen, sugar. Roll over. Gonna clean you up and then take you again.” I keep my hand on her, needing her smooth skin beneath my touch, not ready to let this moment end.
“Locke.” Her voice is laced with emotion and a bit of exhaustion. Pride fills my chest, and when her eyes look at me in that sweet way, it’s enough to drop me to my knees.
“Love the way you say my name.” I bend over her, drop to my forearm, and plant a kiss on her chest right between her breasts.
“And I love you,” she says as a shudder rolls through her.
“Love you more, Jade.” My eyes close, and I breathe in her sweet scent, mine mixed with hers. And fuck me, it makes my cock hard all over again.
21
Locke
“About time you got here,” I say to Jace as he sits down beside me at the bar of Twisted Oak. I’ve been sitting here long enough to order a bottle of beer and get invested in a hockey game.
“Was using the head, jackass.”
“Got you a drink while you were lollygagging,” I amend my statement, taking another pull from my beer.
“Yeah, yeah. You doing good?” Jace nods at my arm, noticing the sling is missing. He’s been at the house a couple of times since shit went down. Much to Jade’s happiness, no physical confrontations happened. Jace did threaten me that if I hurt his sister, friend or not, he’d wreck my world, and that was putting it nicely. I told him if I did, I’d hurt myself before he would ever know. That’s the god’s honest truth.
“Never better, minus everyone’s schedule being a clusterfuck. Jade’s working six days a week, trying to catch up from taking time off, and working with Dad with Mom calling every three hours is just… fuck.” Jace laughs at the situation. “What about you?”
“Shit is a clusterfuck. Up is down, backwards is forwards, and the way things are going, I’m not sure I’ll be staying much longer.” He’s always talked a lot of shit when it comes to work, but he’s been at the mill since high school, worked his way up, stayed there through trade school, and they even paid for it. He’s not going anywhere.
“You say that every couple of years. What’s going on this week?” With his schedule, getting together hasn’t been easy. He stops at the house a couple of times a week, or I’ll give him a call when I’m on my way to the job.
It’s been a long-as-fuck time since Jace and I grabbed a bite to eat, but then again, that’s probably due to the fact that he’s struggled to accept Jade and me at the beginning. There’s also the fact that he’s pulling doubles at the steel mill in town and it’s taking a toll on him. I’ve also had more appointments than known possible—physical therapy three times a week in office and once a week with the orthopedic. I’m able to go down to seeing the guy in the white coat every other week now. I’m also back to working part-time, another reason why we’ve yet to meet up for dinner.