Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, you’re so fucking wet,” he says in a strangled voice when I dip my fingers inside my pussy and rub my juices all over my smooth mound, pressing hard against my aching clit.
I start rubbing faster as the sound of his voice turns me on even more than how good my pussy feels. I’m gyrating around so much I knock my phone over, and just as I’m about to come, Jake jumps onto the bed beside me.
He pulls my hand away from my pussy, his other hand pulling at the button on his jeans. I reach over, eager to get his cock out, knowing what he wants. He wants to finish me off and I’m ready for him to make me come. He barely gets his pants around his knees before he’s pounding into me and I come the instant his head penetrates me. This is what I really want and need. He’s quick, spurting inside me only a few thrusts later.
“You got me so hot with that little show,” he says.
“I got most of it on camera,” I say.
His eyes brighten and he grabs my phone, pulling me close against the pillows. He presses play on my video and we watch together. It’s a little awkward at first but I feel myself getting wet when I hear the sounds I’m making and see my fingers sliding up and down my swollen slit. I thought it had stopped recording when I knocked it over, but it only shifted position and my breathing speeds up as I watch Jake fuck me hard and fast. I’m fascinated watching his big, thick cock push inside my little pink pussy again and again, and giggle when I hear Jake’s groan as he comes.
“I liked watching that,” I admit. “I’m going to watch it again when you’re at work.”
He frowns and I think I might be in trouble for admitting how much I’m going to be getting off when he’s away. But then he says, “This is too short, baby. If you want to watch me fuck you, let’s make a longer one.” He kisses me and grins. “I bet you’d like to see what it looks like when I eat your pussy.”
I shiver and jump up onto my knees. “Oh, Daddy, yes, I want you to eat my pussy and then I want to watch it all. Everything you do to me makes me so hot. I love you so much.”
He pulls me back down beside him. “How about we eat dinner first? I got your favorite since I ruined the chicken you worked so hard on.” He kisses my forehead and trails his fingers across my nipple.
I arch my back and shake my head, thrusting out my lip in a pout. “But you said you’d eat my pussy. I love it so much when you lick me up and down and put your tongue deep inside me and suck my clit—”
He cuts me off with a deep kiss, then laughs. “I can’t believe before your nap you were mad at me for making you come too many times and now you’re begging me for more.”
“I guess so,” I say, hugging him tight. I give him one more pout to see if he’ll change his mind.
He laughs and the sound fills me with happiness. “We’ve got the whole weekend,” he reminds me. “And I need fuel if I’m going to keep up with you. You’re insatiable.”
“Only because you make me that way,” I say.
He gets up and grabs the takeout bag. We make a picnic on the bed and feed each other, taking turns telling each other about things that happened today. We make plans for the weekend, other than all the sex we’re going to have, because of course we still need to do the shopping and get fresh air every once in a while.
After we’re done eating, I try to get up to clear everything away, but Jake presses me back against the pillows.
“Let me spoil you a little bit,” he says.
“You already spoil me too much,” I say, laughing at his raised eyebrows. “I didn’t mean it! Keep spoiling me.”
“You know it, baby. Now stay in bed and relax.” He takes the trash down and I tidy up the bathroom, hanging up the towels and wiping up the puddle on the floor.
When he comes back, he looks stern, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face. “I can’t believe you disobeyed me to do something you know I like.”
I shrug, walking into his open arms. “I can’t help it, I guess.”
“And I don’t ever want you to change, Jenna,” he tells me.
He nods over to the bed where a little velvet box with a big blue ribbon is sitting on my pillow. “No,” I say, running over and snapping it up. “You didn’t.”