Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Don’t make me say it again,” he growls.
This time I obey him. I spread my legs.
And he draws in a breath.
Does that mean he likes what he sees? I know so little about men. I truly do need a teacher.
“Cup your breasts,” he says.
Again, I obey, though I’d rather he be the one cupping my breasts.
“Touch your nipples,” he says. “Lightly.”
I flutter my fingers over my hard nipples. Jolts of desire arrow through me at warp speed. Just from my fingers. My God…
“Now pull on them,” Jackson says. “Tug on them softly and imagine it’s my lips.”
“I’d rather it be your lips,” I say, tossing my shyness to the wind.
God, if that isn’t the truth.
How often have I fantasized about this? How often have I imagined Jackson sucking on my nipples, sucking between my legs?
Will it happen tonight? Or will I only touch myself?
My clit is throbbing. I’m so wet. I hate to think what my juices are doing to this beautiful silk comforter.
“Keep touching yourself…”
I continue to pull on my nipples, and my eyes close, seemingly of their own accord. A soft sigh escapes me.
“Yes,” he says. “Keep those eyes closed, Mandy.”
“Oh…”
“Good. Now take your right hand, remove it from your nipple, trail it down your belly, and stop between your legs.”
I obey him once more, sift my fingers through my trimmed pubic hair.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Smooth your fingers through those wet pussy folds,” he says. “Then circle your clit.”
My God, I’m so slick. I slide my fingers through my pussy and then back up to my clit. Just one touch, and I’m almost ready to explode. I should feel self-conscious, but somehow, I’m not. In fact, Jackson telling me what to do next evaporates my usual indecision and worry that I’m not doing something right. He’d tell me if I weren’t.
“Slowly,” he says. “Slowly circle your clit with those wet fingers, Mandy. Make yourself feel the fire.”
The fire? I’m already a freaking inferno.
Moans vibrate out of me as I circle my clit slowly, deliberately, my eyes still closed.
“Good,” he says. “Very good.”
I pinch my left nipple harder as I quicken my strokes on my clit.
He’s supposed to teach me to please a man. Instead, he’s teaching me how to please myself. I can’t complain, though. I’m ready, ready, ready—
“Now stop,” he says harshly.
My eyes pop open as I let my fingers drop from my left nipple. My right hand is immobile, still touching my clit.
Fire. Fire everywhere. All over my skin, and it’s heating the blood in my veins into boiling honey.
Stop? Stop now?
“For God’s sake, Jackson. What the hell are you doing? Would you just fuck me already?”
Chapter Twelve
Jackson
Fuck.
No way. No fucking way.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, making my voice rumble.
“Of course it’s you, Jack. I’d know your voice anywhere. I’d know that stubbly jawline anywhere. Those lips. And for the record, I don’t know how much dark grease you put in your hair, but it’s going to take at least three shampoos to get it all out. And what the hell did you do to your eyes?”
“Damn it.” I rip the mask off my face. “They’re contacts, of course.”
“I don’t have any idea why you did this,” she says. “At the moment, I honestly don’t care. I’m so freaking hot and bothered. Would you please just take care of what you started?”
I’m more than ready. I have to keep myself from adjusting the bulge in my pants.
“Mandy, I—”
“Please, Jack. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me the way you like to fuck. If you won’t be my teacher, at least ease the ache between my legs. I’ve never been so horny before, and I swear to God, I’m not sure I can take it.”
My God. Those dirty words from her apple-pie lips… Her apple-pie lips painted red…
I’m going to fucking explode.
I want to do everything to her. I want to bind her wrists. Force her mouth onto my dick. Spank her sweet little bottom until it’s fire-engine red.
I want to tie her up, suspend her from the ceiling, let her hang there, and take my pleasure.
I want to kiss those lips—those red lips that taste like honey crisp apples and brown sugar with just a touch of sweet cream.
My God… If her lips taste that good, what must her pussy taste like?
I inhale. Even over the aromatherapy fragrance, I can smell her. Scent her. Her ripeness and her sweetness. She’s ready for me.
I should ask her. I should ask her if she’s sure. I should give her a chance to say no. A chance to leave. A chance to go back to the way everything was before—the comfort of it all for both of us.
I should do all those things.
But I don’t.
Instead, I dive between her legs, slide my tongue inside her pussy, taste her cream.