Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
This man is dangerous.
His kiss alone has me ready for more. I have never had more than one orgasm in a night, here I am ready to come again from a kiss.
Yes, definitely I have entered slut status.
“Get outta your head,” Jennings mutters against my lips before kissing me again.
I kiss him back, his head drops to my neck and I love the feel.
“You wanna stop, say so Michele. I want this but I need you to want it too. Don’t check out on me.”
His hands roam up the t-shirt finding my swollen breasts he cups them before lifting the shirt up and dropping his head down to lick my nipple. I arch back wanting the contact.
I stroke his dick between us. My hand wraps around it almost able to touch my middle finger to my thumb but not quite. He’s larger than any lover I’ve had before. I press him between my lips and rock against him covering him in my cum from before as he sucks my nipple and grips my ass with his hands.
I feel him right there at my entrance. My body craves him. I want him to slip in. No matter how close I can work him to being there, he stops himself from sliding in.
“You want it, I’ll give it to you, but you gotta say it, Michele,” he whispers before going back in on my neck this time. His mouth is magical on my skin as I continue grinding myself up and down his length wanting him in me but knowing if I do this everything changes.
Suddenly, he pulls back.
He inhales sharply as I stop moving and look at him.
“Come here,” he says and I look at him confused.
“I’m here,” I respond frustrated because I’m so turned on but I can’t bring myself to take him like I want.
“You aren’t ready, buttercup,” his words come out pained or maybe I’m just imagining this is painful as I can see his penis all veiny and red, enlarged, and probably engorged without release.
His hand shifts his business before he slides two fingers in me. “Let me get you off, baby,” he whispers before using his freehand to grip the back of my neck and pulling me to kiss him once again.
In moments, I’m lost in his tongue and the feel of his fingers as he works to bring me to the brink once more. With his thumb to my clit he easily gives me another climax. It might not have been as good as some of the others, but it is better than anyone has ever given me before.
Hands down this man knows how to work a woman’s body.
Those thoughts wash over me and again all I can think is I’m a whore.
“Don’t taint it,” he tells me as I relax over him.
My core clinches as the aftershocks course through me, he keeps his dick against me but not inside me leaving me whimpering for more, but knowing I will regret that.
“Way you come is beautiful, baby. Don’t get in your head and talk it down,” he whispers.
“What about you?” I ask knowing he has yet to release and is still hard and ready.
He gives a half-chuckle. “I got me, buttercup. And just saying when I do get in there, I have a feeling I’m not ever gonna want to leave.”
Something about the way he says this tells me he means more than getting inside my body.
Could I let this man inside my heart?
Can I consider letting him inside my crazy?
CHAPTER 10
Rogue
Ilay here with her draped over me sleeping. My cock is in revolt against me because he was so close to sliding in. I could have done it. Most men would have. I’m not most men and I want to know she’s completely with me before my cock is in her. It is obvious her head isn’t into this… yet. Even a club whore, I don’t fuck unless I know they are into what they are getting. I’m not about to play games with consent.
Her body wants me, her mind, however, is holding back.
My phone rings on the table and I shift her over to get it. She stirs waking up.
“Go on inside,” I tell her while I take the call from Creed.
“Yo,” I answer as she heads inside looking like the most beautiful mess I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her hair is wild, and knowing my t-shirt is the only thing covering her entices the caveman inside me to grab her, put her on my cock and fuck her all while my brother talks on the phone.
I’m hard again.
What about this woman drives me so crazy? I’ve fucked plenty of women, get off to get off. Getting hard because she walks by … never.
Not even my wife turned me on like this.
“Got some intel. Havoc wants you back, callin’ church. Sending a prospect out to her, so she’s covered.” Creed explains as I snag my t-shirt off the side of the couch.