Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
In my peripheral, I catch the glint of light under the door.
Shadow passing by. A nearly inaudible creak.
Jane turns her head.
“It’s Toodles,” I whisper. The laziest cat sometimes camps out on the second-floor landing at night.
Jane eases, focusing on each other.
She holds my hard jaw in two delicate hands, our foreheads pressing. Looking into one another. Breath scorching my lungs. A power surge flames my nerve-endings.
I bring her closer on instinct. Our lips meshing, rampaging carnal needs, and I rock my hips up. She whimpers softly into the kiss.
My muscles contract. Every part of Jane feels fucking amazing against me. Hands. Thighs. Pussy.
She curls her arm around my neck. Rising higher to intensify the kiss, and my erection slides further out of her warmth.
I plunge my tongue between her lips. She trembles and searches my mouth with hers.
I flex up into Jane. Cock burying back into her.
She nestles her face in the crook of my shoulder. Smothering her gasps, but I feel them hot against my skin. Pressure fists me as I pump in slow waves—fuuck.
Fuck.
I brush her sweaty hair off her neck and suck her nape. Her hips bow forward. Grinding, her breasts smashed against my sculpted chest. As close as physically fucking possible.
She clenches around me.
Goddamn. My head spins. Oxygen ejecting, and I breathe hotter breath through my nose. Gritting down to keep from grunting.
Jane looks back, her eyes melting in pleasure while I thrust up and back down. Tonight has been one of the longest, most intense fucks of my life.
Slow and quiet. Passionate, exhausting in the best endurance-challenging way. I don’t remember when we started. I can’t tell when we’re going to stop.
As I push back into her, she reaches down, and I watch her touch her swollen clit. “Fuck ,” I grunt under my breath.
She contracts around me again—and Jane lifts her glistening fingers, her shimmering eyes on me. I know what she wants.
I clutch her wrist, and I guide her hand closer to my mouth. She smiles, and as she slides her fingers between my lips, I taste her against my tongue.
Gripping her wrist tight, I suck her fingers.
She crumbles to pieces, her body shuddering in silent waves. Her head against my chest. I wrap a strong arm around her back. Tucking her in close to me. I take her fingers out of my mouth and thrust deeper.
I barely hear her muffled words.
“Right there,” she moans. “Don’t stop. Please, please. ”
I quicken my pace. Sweat dripping down my temples.
Jane keeps moving her hips until she can’t any longer. A prisoner to her own pleasure that ripples through her body. Fuckfuckfuck. I press my forehead on the top of her head. Don’t come .
Don’t come
Not fucking yet .
My cock screams at me for release. But I breathe harder through my nose, controlling myself. She comes down, stilling, and I lift her hips and gently pull out of Jane. We don’t shift a lot. She’s on my lap. But my rock-solid cock stands at attention against her belly.
Jane inhales at the sight.
I’m about to change positions. But her fingers graze my shaft, and my chest collapses, shoulders tensed against the headboard.
Our eyes flit to each other, then to our bodies.
“Can you…?” Jane whispers, breathless.
I grip and tug my cock. What she wants to see. My large hand stroking my need. I hold the back of her head.
Jane watches, open-mouthed, her arousal building back up. Her eyes glimmer and she toys with my balls—my breath knots.
Christ. We kiss deeper, more urgently, and I can’t jack off anymore. Swiftly, I hoist her up, and she sinks back down on me.
Pressure overwhelming me again.
I thrust up. Careful with each pump, watching her reaction, and then I create more friction. Faster. More heat. Deeper. I shelter her high-pitched moans against my palm.
Quiet.
She kisses my palm and then licks it. A groan scratches my throat. Lights blink in my vision. I’m holding my breath.
My muscles stretch beyond fucking taut. Pulled into a raw visceral place. Our eyes embrace, clinging. I never turn away from Jane. Never look away, passion overgrown, and she cries out against my hand. Her body vibrating all over again.
God.
I push up. And erupt, releasing hard into an explosion of emotion. My chest rises and falls heavily.
We both come down, and as I pull out and we naturally shift to our sides under her pink sheets, I hold Jane and feel her heartbeat slow against my chest.
Her eyes flutter closed.
Exhaustion tries to sink me too. I’m almost there. You can’t spend the night. I should leave now, but heaviness and the warmth of her body draws me in.
I don’t want to disturb her. Not yet. She’s sleeping peacefully. Safe and content.
I shut my eyes, and the world goes dark.
* * *
Radio static fills my ears. “Phantom Two One, this is Phantom Two Actual. Maintain speed .”