Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper against her skin. “Been wanting to do this again.”
Her legs tighten over my shoulders like she’s trying too hard not to move.
“Work yourself against my face, I don’t mind.”
“I want…I want…” She balls her fists in the blanket.
“What?” I flick my tongue around her clit. “This?” I lick directly over it and her body jerks. “Mmm, okay.” I suck her clit between my lips and slide two fingers inside her.
“Oh God!” Her hips shoot up, but she’d need a crowbar to pry me off her. I work my fingers in and out, groaning at her taste flooding my mouth.
Her hand grapples with my hair, finally pressing at the back of my head, holding me to her. Fuck yes. Hips bucking wildly, she explodes while I keep working her through the orgasm.
The need to fill her descends on me like a violent storm that I keep riding into even as electricity crackles over my skin. I need her clenching around my cock, the way she’s squeezing my fingers.
She whimpers as I withdraw and reach for the box on the nightstand. While I was busy reading the stupid box before, I should’ve fucking opened it.
While I’m tearing through surprisingly sturdy cardboard, she moves to the edge of the bed on hands and knees. Her fingers curl around my cock. I gasp and my head falls back as she seals her lips over me.
“Fuck.” My hands curl into fists, crumpling the box. Her tongue licks and flutters all along my length while I finally tear the box apart, strips of condoms flying everywhere. “Keep doing that,” I rasp, grabbing one of the foil squares and ripping it open.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine.
No fucking way. As much as I’m dying to come on her tits again or down her throat, I’ve been waiting way too long to get to this lesson.
I gather her hair in one hand and gently tug. “Stop, baby. Please.”
She drags the back of her hand against her shiny lips and stares at me with bright eyes. I work the condom on fast, then hug her to me and roll us onto the bed, landing on top of her.
“How do you want me?” I’m shaking with the desire to squeeze inside her but torturing both of us is fun too. I slide my cock back and forth through her soaked lips, groaning at how slick and ready she is.
She struggles and writhes under me. “Just…normal.”
My lips twist with amusement. “What do you consider normal?”
Her face screws into a mask of frustration. “I don’t know. Like this. You over me.”
“Missionary.” What a terrible name for such an intimate position. “Or man on top.”
“What do most men like?”
Fucking hell, if I wasn’t so goddamn desperate to finally fuck her, the reminder that this is nothing more than a sex lesson might kill my hard-on. “I haven’t taken a survey.”
“What do you usually prefer?”
No other woman exists for me right now. I can’t think of anyone else when I’m with her.
And I don’t think she’ll find ass up, face down so there’s no eye-contact all that charming.
“Just shut up and pay attention.” I try to say it playfully, but it comes out more of a raspy growl.
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t look away. She drags her fingers along my sides, to my ass and back, like she can’t get enough of touching me. “I think I’m nervous,” she whispers.
God damn, that fucks me up.
I gather her in my arms and press kisses to her cheeks and lips. “I’m nervous too.”
“What, why?”
My lips curl into a smirk and I roll my hips, sliding through her wetness again. “I’ve been wanting to do this since we met.” I dip down and kiss her over and over. “Been waiting so long. Afraid I won’t last long enough for you.”
She runs her fingers through my hair and her lips curve into the sweetest smile. “I’m happy to do this as many times as we need to until you’re fully satisfied.”
Never. “Careful, you don’t know what you’re asking.”
Margot
Finally, finally, finally. My heart pounds with anticipation.
Jigsaw’s big body settles over mine. His chest pressing against my breasts, arms braced by my head, keeping most of his weight off me. His hard length prods my entrance and gradually pushes inside. My breath catches at the sensual stretching and filling sensation. It doesn’t hurt or pinch or feel like being stabbed with a blunt instrument.
It’s pure pleasure.
Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Are you okay?” His voice, rough with restraint, adds to the sounds of our bodies sliding together.
“Yes.” I loop my arms around his neck and peer up into his eyes. “You’re perfect inside me.”
He dips down and kisses my cheek, then my lips. “Want more?”
“Yes.” I tighten my arms around his neck, holding him to me, and kiss him back.