Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
His bow tie came next, then his shirt. When he peeled them from his body, I was breathless. Jasper Knighton in clothes was perfection. Topless . . . he was unearthly. Cut abdominal muscles, firm pecs, and a dusting of dark hair covering his chest. Then he began to unclasp his belt, and my mouth grew dry. I wanted to see him revealed. I wanted to see his cock. I wanted to kiss it and take it into my mouth. My eyes fell to the bulge that was protruding from his pants.
“Eyes on me, Angel,” he ordered, and I snapped my gaze up to meet his. “You look when I tell you to look,” he added, and I kept his stare as I heard his zipper being pulled down. His arm moved, and I knew when I looked down, he’d be holding himself.
I moaned again. He smirked, knowing he was fully in control of me. He was. I couldn’t deny it. My fingers dug into the wood of the saddle rack, and I was so frustrated that I imagined I’d left welts in their place.
“Look,” Jasper suddenly commanded, and my eyes fell to his crotch. I squeezed my thighs together seeing Jasper revealed. He stroked his length up and down. He was long, thick, and uncut, and I went to drop to my knees. Reading what I intended to do, Jasper stepped closer to me and said, “Don’t fucking move.”
I was statue still, and under his heavy command, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I had no idea letting go would feel this good. Jasper lifted his hand to my face and ran his fingertip down my cheek. It was a moment of softness, of gentleness, before he leaned forward and replaced his finger with his lips, whispering, “I’m going to destroy you for anyone else, Angel,” he said, and I shivered from head to toe. “I’m going to make you scream so hard that you won’t be able to talk. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to take a single step without feeling me inside you.”
“Yes,” I whispered, turning my head to drop light kisses along his stubbled jaw. Jasper turned too, and then he was kissing me again. My bare breasts were pressed to his naked chest. The feel of him was electric, euphoric.
Then Jasper pulled back, and placing his hand on my waist, he spun me around so fast that I cried out in surprise. Before I knew what was happening, he pressed my chest to the saddle rack, my ass and pussy spread open and exposed to his eyes. I clutched the wooden legs of the rack, its padded cushion cool against my breasts.
Jasper’s hands were immediately on my ass, kneading the flesh. “Look at this pussy,” he said, and I shook from need. “That’s it, baby. Your hole is clenching for me.”
I moaned, unable to take it anymore. The way he spoke, the way he took control, it was every fantasy I never knew I wanted to come true. My body tensed when Jasper’s finger ran down over the seam of my ass and moved down until he circled my clit. Scalding flames licked over my skin, and then I heard Jasper drop to his knees and he pulled my pussy lips apart. The humid air kissed at my exposed flesh.
I was wet, so fucking wet.
My cheek was flat against the rack, but I looked behind me, only to see Jasper’s savage gaze locked between my legs. I moaned again just seeing the overt lust in his eyes. Then Jasper moved forward, and his tongue licked me from my clit to my entrance, and I screamed. It took everything I had to not come on the spot. I was so turned on I could barely breathe. My fingers bit into the rack’s wooden legs as I held on tight and my eyes rolled back, closed, when Jasper’s tongue began lapping at my pussy.
“Jasper . . .” I moaned as my thighs shook, and I felt the pressure already building at the bottom of my spine. But Jasper didn’t stop; instead, he moved to my clit, sucking it into his mouth with such vigor that I cried out as I broke apart and a million stars glittered behind my eyes. My body jerked, but Jasper gave me no reprieve.
“Jasper, please!” I begged, unsure what I was asking for. But Jasper licked me up and down, pushing a finger inside me instead. He lifted off the floor as I gasped for breath, body clenching and unclenching around his finger that was still inside me. Then he laid over my bent body, his chest to my back, and asked, “Are you on birth control?”
“Y-yes,” I stuttered. “I’m clear.”
“So am I,” he said.