Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Jasper,” I moaned as he kept licking my clit and nipping his teeth into the sensitive skin.
“Mmm,” he mumbled and sucked long and hard until he ripped another orgasm from me, taking another piece of my heart with it. Jasper grinned. I could see the shimmer in his eyes as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Fuck,” I growled as the last bits of pleasure fled my body.
“Oh, I plan to fuck.” Jasper scooped me in his arms like he was some fucking white knight, and I was some damsel in distress, and I reveled in it for the few moments it lasted.
Because when he laid me on the bed, he looked more like a fallen angel, maybe the devil himself with his cock jutting out, the pearly bead of pre-come perched at the tip.
“I plan to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. Been thinking about it all night.”
I slid to the edge of the bed and let my head hang over because I knew what Jasper liked. I liked I too. Fuck, that was a lie. I loved it.
I loved it when he stepped close enough that I could lick his balls and trace my tongue over the sac while his thigh muscles screamed with the need to collapse or fall.
I loved how he stroked his cock into my mouth, easing it in slowly so I could tease and wet every inch of him.
Most of all, I loved the sounds he made when I took him deep, and he grabbed my tits hard and squeezed as his hips pumped in a slow, rhythmic motion that sent my pussy leaking down my ass and onto the bed.
“Oh fuck, Mo. That’s it. Suck my cock.”
The harder he squeezed, the more he enjoyed it, and I already knew my tits would be sore for days.
“Mmm,” I moaned until the back of my throat vibrated around his tip.
“Fucking, tease. Yes.” He pumped deeper and faster, damn near choking me, and I ate it up, sliding one hand down my body to give my clit some relief.
“Mo,” he growled as his sac tightened and his cock grew harder. Thicker. “Ugh!” That one guttural grunt came a moment before he yanked his cock from my mouth.
“Turn around. On your knees.”
Another woman might have been put off by his tone. Might have found it demeaning, but I loved his harsh commands.
“Like this?” I wiggled my ass and arched my back, so my slick cunt was all he could see.
“Yes. Just like that.” Then he buried his long, thick cock deep. Balls deep. His hands gripped my hips, smacking my ass between deep strokes. He fucked me hard and fast, and oh so good that I came again within seconds.
“Oh fuck, Jas, yes! Harder. yes!” My pussy clenched as my body convulsed, and I collapsed onto the bed.
He growled and got on top of me, closing my legs so there was nothing but friction as he fucked me from behind, fast and hard. He pulled my hair with one hand and pressed down on my back with the other, fucking me like a wild man until he froze and the warm splash of his come flooded my body.
“Oh. Fuck.” He trembled and jerked before he collapsed beside me, chest heaving from exertion.
My face was buried in the mattress, a satisfied smile on my face. I didn’t look up, didn’t dare look over to Jasper because I wasn’t ready for the bubble to burst.
Eventually, the bed moved as he made his way to my bathroom. I let myself drift off to sleep, sure he would be long gone by the time I woke up again. And it was a good thing because I didn’t want to hear his dismissive words or see how he got dressed and left without a word.
“What the fuck is this?” His angry question startled me, and I sat up—too fast—and laid back down, covering my eyes as nausea sat on me like a weighted blanket. I inhaled deeply and let it out as slowly as possible before daring to open my eyes again.
“Be. More. Specific.” The words were slow and punchy to keep the nausea at bay for as long as possible.
“All of this shit in your bathroom. Pregnancy books. Empty pregnancy test boxes. Prenatal vitamins. Don’t tell me you were stupid enough to get yourself knocked up?”
His derisive tone was like a punch in the face. It was just another reminder of what he thought of me.
“I didn’t tell you anything,” I reminded him with as much attitude I could muster while fighting off sickness.
“Yeah, well, now I’m asking. Are you pregnant?”
“And that’s your business how, exactly?” I glared at him with hate at his words. “Well?”
“We just fucked, Mo.”
“I know. It was incredible, as always.”
“Mo, don’t get cute with me. Answer the fucking question. Are you pregnant?”