Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
It’s probably why I’d so easily let him lead me away without a lot of questions. It’s also the reason I didn’t get mad when I realized he’d stolen me out from under a date. In fact, I thought that it was kind of cute that he wanted me so bad he took me. See, so not normal of someone to think.
“You with me, love?” he asks when he lifts his mouth from mine. My mind can’t help but focus on the word love. Does that mean he loves me? “Milana?” He pulls out and thrusts back inside of me. A small moan pours from me.
Oh, my. That’s different. I’m so stuffed full it should almost be painful, but it’s not. My clit starts to throb again, my sex fluttering around his cock. He lets out a grunt.
“You want more? Your pussy is begging for it.”
“Is that what it’s doing?” I try to lift my hips, but his big body has me pinned to the bed. I’m not going anywhere unless he allows it. At that thought, my sex flutters around his cock again.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come again already,” I hear him say as he starts to move. This time, he doesn’t stop. He drives in and out of me. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. “Greedy little thing. If I hadn’t felt it, I would never have thought you were a virgin. Your cunt is sucking up every inch of my cock.”
I go off again. I didn’t know dirty words could set off an orgasm. I’m sure it also has to do with him thrusting away inside of me, but still. No one has even said such things to me.
I love it.
“Milana!” He lets out another loud groan, thrusting two more times before stilling himself all the way inside of me. That same sensation of warmth I’d felt when he’d first pushed into me hits again. My sex starts to flutter.
“I need another,” he says against my ear before I feel his fingers slip between us. They go to my clit that is throbbing. “You’re eating it up. Go on, love. Come for me again. Suck my cock into you as deep as it can go.”
It’s like he’s got me on a hair trigger. I go off, screaming his name as I do. My sex locks around his cock, clinging to it. Who am I kidding? I wrap my legs and arms around him and cling to him too, riding out the pleasure.
My body melts into the bed. Jay gently places soft kisses along the underside of my ear and down my neck then up my jaw until he makes his way back to my mouth. This kiss is slow and sweet. So different from everything that just happened.
“Jay.” I breathe his name as our eyes lock. I have no idea what is happening between us, but I don’t want it to end. Not yet. I’m not even sure what this is. All his words could have been normal dirty talk and stuff men say to get into a girl's pants. I ate it all up, but I want it to be real.
“Right here,” he reassures me. At least that’s what I think he’s trying to do. “We should—”
“Mila!” My name rings through the tiny apartment. “Mila,” Lauren calls again.
“Don’t open my door!” I shout right as it starts to crack open. I don’t want her seeing Jay naked. That’s my first and really only thought. I don’t care if she sees me.
“Why is he in there?! What are you two doing?”
“Playing the Game of Life,” Jay shouts back at her.
“We don’t even have that…” Lauren trails off, realizing he’s teasing her.
Jay slowly pulls his cock out of me. It still feels pretty hard. When it slips free, I let out a small gasp as a flood of what we did slips from my body as well.
“Yeah, well, if you’re really in there playing the Game of Life, I hope you used a condom.” What the heck? Can she see through the freaking walls now?! “'Cause you’re not on anything.”
I put my hands over my face, and this time it’s me that groans.
twelve
JAY
“Lauren, this plane is bigger than our apartment,” Mila whispers loudly to her friend. As soon as the pilot told us it was safe to move about the cabin, the two hopped up and went on an exploratory mission, as Mila had called it.
I hide a smile and make a notation in the margin of a proposal I’m considering. While this custom Boeing is fitted out with two state rooms, two separate seating areas, and multiple bathrooms, one thing that is the same is the plane engine’s noise, which makes it hard to judge how loud—or not—to speak. Mila and Lauren have been exclaiming over the size of the bed (“Is that really a king?”) to the fold-out bunk beds in the second state room (“You could host a whole basketball team here”) to the number of bathrooms (“There are three bathrooms, and two of them have showers. Showers, Mila! On a plane!”).