Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
His thick fingers are like damned cocks themselves, double-jointed, stiff dicks probing me and stroking me, touching me just right and in places I never even knew could feel so good.
I still have no real idea what the man does all day, but seriously?
Who cares?
If James Jones only did this. If he only had his face and mouth right where I need ’em most, I couldn’t care less if he was the Boston Strangler.
His deep, guttural grunts and groans make him a two-hundred-twenty-pound vibrator, and something tells me he’s only running at low speed right now. Not that I’d know anything about vibrators. Just things a girl reads about from time to time…
But damn. His mouth and I’m sure a little nibble from his perfect teeth on my aching clit is like pulling the pin on a grenade. I try to warn him, but he’s only lapping harder, slurping louder. His fingers knead my entire pussy just right as his lips dial “O” on my swollen nub.
It feels so hard it might break, but then my first climax with James just… comes.
No other way to put it.
I don’t know what it’s really supposed to feel like, but the sound of someone screaming James’s name doesn’t even stop me from enjoying the ride of my life. His huge hands grip me harder. Squeezing me and pushing his face into me further, making everything spin.
His groans assure me he’s enjoying himself, too, but I’m guessing not quite as much as I am.
I have more of the same when it feels like it couldn’t get any more intense. Then a sudden release.
I feel something inside me literally disappear. The deep sounds of James and the room coming back into focus make me feel all those emotions come flooding out. I need to come back to reality.
It isn’t long before I yank James’ face up to mine.
I need him down there, sure, but right this second, I just need him to hold me. Hug me and kiss me.
Without even needing to say a word, that’s exactly what he does.
Kissing me so I can taste myself mixed with him. His huge arms are cradling me like a giant blanket, keeping everything good in, like the feel of him against me. His smell.
It’s only when I try to say something after he’s held me for a while, I realize I’ve been crying. Those emotions? Uhhh, I think I had a few sets of matching baggage there.
The “me” from yesterday would feel stupid, but the post-orgasmic me, courtesy of James here, is okay with it. Emotions and feelings, real ones… they’ve never been something I could show. I’ve never stayed anywhere long enough to get close to people, and the ones who did always ended up hurting me.
I don’t think James is different because he looks like a god and can make me come just by looking at me. I know he’s real because he senses how I feel, just seems to know what I need exactly when I need it, even if I’m not aware of it.
Like he does now.
Just holding me while he strokes my hair. He gives little approving sounds whenever I shift or let his hand move over me.
Suddenly, I realize he’s still fully clothed, and I’m in a pretzel shape with my pants down. I jump with a start.
“Jesus, look at me! James,” I gasp with an attack of shyness, but looking at him, looking over me, and judging by the thick line of his own arousal through his pants, I don’t think it’s bothering James too much.
“I am looking at you,” he reminds me, letting a hand slide right up between my legs.
My voice gets higher as I try to say something that turns into another moan.
“Get used to it, Jasmine,” he says matter-of-factly, with just a hint of smugness in his voice.
He has the confidence of a man who knows his instant power over me, but someone who’s also man enough to know how to wield it. Right now, he’s swinging it like a wrecking ball.
“I told you already. I want all of you, all the time,” he says in a softer tone.
His stiff digit is already circling my greedy sex again, changing my mind in a second about one orgasm for the day being enough.
Even if it was my first, I don’t think James is going to mind.
It isn’t long before we’re right back where we started. His fingers from one hand are holding my pussy wide open. His index finger traces a figure eight all the way around my trembling sex, pressing firmer on my time bomb clit with each pass.
Whatever spell he’s casting, it works. Coupled with that fire in his eyes, my hands begin clawing at his pants to release that hot, fat dick. I hear myself begging him to fuck me, pleading by the time I feel another quaking orgasm start to rise.