Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
When he stabs his tongue inside me, my back arches, and I call out in a long, wanton moan. As my climax builds in momentum, I writhe against him, certain its arrival is imminent but wholly aware I am incapable of stopping it.
“Please, Caleb.”
His growl vibrates my swollen flesh as stars form in front of my eyes. I’m desperate to come, and it is taking everything I have not to continue begging.
I lose my fight when he doubles the needy sucks of my pussy by switching to two fingers. He pushes them deep inside me, his speed quickening again when his brilliance is praised with a handful of breathless murmurs. I tell him how good it feels with his head between my legs and that it could only feel better if his fingers were replaced with his cock, then I promise to return the favor if he lets me come.
“When you let me come,” I correct, my voice almost a sob.
My orgasm is right there, cresting at the peak, yet I can’t seem to get it over the line.
That annoys me almost as much as Warren’s confession he ruined my once-in-a-lifetime experience by not only orchestrating the attack in Munich but taking part in it as well.
“Get him out of your head, Jessie. Concentrate on no one but me,” Caleb demands, once again reading me like no one else can. “Good girl,” he murmurs against my drenched sex when the image of his head between my legs swipes the ghastly reminder that I almost married a monster from my mind.
Warren almost had me convinced we should elope. The airfares were paid for, and the dress was purchased, but mercifully, my father’s disappointment couldn’t leave me.
He can forgive his daughters consummating their relationships before marriage, but I don’t think he’d ever be okay with his right to walk them down the aisle being stripped from him.
He raised us, so, old-fashioned or not, he wants to give us away.
“Jessie…” Caleb blows a hot breath over my hot skin, drawing my focus back to him before he takes in my flushed cheeks and dilated eyes over the frantic thrust of my chest. “You can come now. Come over my face.”
He stares straight into my eyes as he licks, sucks, and finger fucks me until I fall into oblivion, then he continues destroying every wall Warren erected today by not slowing his campaign to unravel me.
He pushes his fingers inside me, twisting and turning them at a slow and dedicated pace until I’m overwhelmed by a climax for the second time.
This one isn’t as powerful as the first, but it lasts so much longer.
By the time the spasms making every inch of my skin hued with need subside, Caleb has transferred our exchange from the kitchen counter to the table in the middle of the compact space.
While massaging the sweet spot inside me like he knows I still have more to give, he stretches across to the refrigerator, tosses open the freezer door, then tugs out the soggy takeout bag.
What the? I mutter to myself when he digs a box of condoms out of the bottom of the greasy bag.
I’m torn between laughing and grimacing when he mutters, “Told you they weren’t a peace offering.”
I go for sassy instead. “You’re an ass.”
The walls of my vagina clench around his fingers when he says with a cheeky grin, “Never denied it, Jessie.”
I feel like I’m missing a limb when he removes his fingers from my pussy, pops them into his mouth to clean them off, then uses the same hand to remove a foil disc from the condom box, tear it open with his teeth, then slide it down his impressive shaft.
For the first time in the past fifteen minutes, unease melds through me. “Maybe we should take this to my room.”
“Nope,” Caleb replies, not looking up from the image of his cock bracing the opening of my pussy. “Fuck buddies don’t fuck in a bed.” He notches in the first two inches of his cock, stealing any protests my head was considering. “A car, storage closet, the stairwell outside…” he groans when he sinks in another two inches, “… they’re good to go. But a bed…” I moan when his impatience sees him pushing in the rest without delay, “…that’s too personal.” He stills for a moment to relish the feeling of our conjoined bodies before locking his eyes with mine. “And we both know your thoughts on things getting too personal.”
“Are you trying to make me dry?”
He smiles as if to say there’s no chance of that before slowly withdrawing his cock.
“Ohhh…” I push out in a long moan when he slams back in a second later.
He sinks into me balls deep before repeating the mind-hazing routine another three times. I have no idea how he controls his needs so well. I’ve already come twice, but the third builds like a tsunami, and before his face looks close to being strained with lust, I succumb to the sensation gripping every inch of me.