Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
He lets go of my wrists, and my arms fly around his neck, hugging him tight to me as we start to move faster, and faster. My legs spread wide, his muscles ripple and tighten, and his big, fat, swollen, gorgeous cock drives into me over and over again, until I’m clawing at the edges of my sanity. His lips drop to my neck, my fingers slide into his hair, and our bodies rock tighter over and over again as the heat begins to swell and the pressure begins to build.
He growls into my ear as he starts to move faster, like he’s breaking free of some sort of force that was holding him back. His big cock sinks into me, fucking me hard and deep and sending me into freaking orbit as I start to drown in pleasure. I cling to him, my head falling back on the bed and my eyes rolling back. Everything starts to blur and burn, until all I know is his skin on mine, his body rolling against me, and the perfect, deliciously sinful feel of his gorgeous, fat cock plunging into me over and over. He grinds my clit with every thrust, my nipples dragging over his muscled chest as everything starts to crumble around me. And suddenly, I know I’m lost.
I know I’m his.
“Jamison—!”
“Come, Ramona,” he growls into my ear, nipping at the lobe with his teeth and making me cry out in pleasure as he drives in deep.
“Let me feel you come for me. Come all over my cock, baby,” he purrs into my ear. “Come all fucking over that big cock like you were always meant to. Because you’ve always been mine, Ramona,” he growls as my eyes squeeze shut and my whole body starts to tense and tremble.
“You’ve always been mine. So come for me, baby. Let me feel this perfect, tight little pretty pussy come all over my cock.”
He drives in, grinding deep as our bodies writhe and twist together. And suddenly, as I feel him pulse, throbbing against a place so deep inside of me that my entire body begins to shatter at the seams, I explode.
“Jamison!”
I cry out, rocking my hips up against him and squeezing him so tight to my body with my arms and legs tight around him. My eyes squeeze shut, and it’s like the orgasm twists through every single inch and joint of my body before it comes tumbling out of my lips in a cry of pure pleasure. I cry out, the climax thundering through me as his big hands grip me tight and his muscled body grinds and rolls against me. He roars, his cock throbbing so fucking deep inside of me, and I cry out, falling right into another climax as I feel him start to come inside of me.
His balls pulse against my ass, his cock huge inside of me as we both come crashing together. His lips sear to mine, my nails rake lines down is back, and every single part of me erupts into liquid fire as the whole world melts around us to blackness.
And we stay just like that, holding each other, panting, and not moving a single inch.
…And it’s everything.
14
Jamison
I’m not sure which wakes me—the sunlight creeping through the window blinds or Ramona’s long, dark hair in my face, tickling my nose. Or I guess it could be the way she snuggles close to me, her bare skin against mine.
Honestly, it might be a combination of all three, and I’m very okay with that.
If you walked in, you might think us sharing a bed together is the outcome of a long night of fucking, where we just crashed and passed out, unable to even move, even if me going back to my own room was something that was going to happen.
…You’d be wrong.
Well, no, the first part you’d be pretty spot on with. Because we didn’t stop last night with just the once. Not even close. And yeah, maybe there was a little bit of “good fucking God, I’m so physically tired I just want to pass out right here”—at least, there was on my part. But Ramona? Valedictorian, captain of the debate team, first chair clarinet in orchestra, varsity cheer team, going to conquer the fucking world Ramona Weiss?
Oh, this girl does not just “pass out.” No, Ramona went and brushed her teeth, flossed her teeth, washed her face, brushed out her hair, checked her fucking calendar for what she was doing today, and then and only then was she ready for bed. I swear to God, she’s a fucking robot. A gorgeous, ridiculously cute, witty, smart as hell, has me wrapped around her fucking finger robot.
And in any case, that’s what led to this—me waking up in her room with my arms around her and her hair in my face. For a moment, the world is still. Our parents are still gone, and a glance at the clock on Ramona’s bedside table tells me Marta isn’t here yet either. And even if she was, it’s not like she’d be doing fucking bed checks or anything.