Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Yeah?” He growled. “After you fucked my face?”
I gasped. “Yes. I was so turned on when I got to my room.”
“Did you get off to me again?” He crooked a finger, and I gasped, crying out loudly in pleasure. Wild sensations pulsed through me in quick waves as he fucked me with his fingers, rubbed my clit, owned my body. Fireworks burst in my brain. Bright colors flashed before my closed eyelids.
I was almost there. Just a little more. Just a few more words.
“I was so turned on from the club,” I admitted.
“Should have called. Told me to come over. I’d have fucked you with my tongue again and again,” he said in a dirty reprimand.
“I wanted that. I pictured you.” I couldn’t finish the thought as the sensations whipped through me too fast, too hot.
“Or was I fucking you? Was I taking you deep, bent over the bed, you screaming out in pleasure?”
No one had ever talked to me like this. It was addictive. It was orgasmic. My belly tightened, and my climax crested into view.
I rocked into his hand, crying out. I grabbed his hair and pulled him back to my lips as I rode his hand shamelessly in the backseat of a car in the corner of a parking garage.
Coming undone, I cried out his name. “God, Jake, yes.”
I trembled and moaned for days, it seemed. I quivered. Everything in me was loose and wonderful.
I ran a hand through my hair, smiling dopily I was sure. I was just so…blissed out.
Once the orgasm ebbed away, I shook off the fog of my own desire, craving his. Desperately craving his. “Let me,” I murmured, running my palm along his hard-on. “Let me take care of you.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to,” he said.
“I want to,” I said, insistent. “Don’t you get it? I want to make you feel as incredible as you do to me.”
He peered out the window. The garage was empty. Still, this was risky, but I didn’t care.
Maybe he did.
He was quiet for a moment, his brow knitted in contemplation, as if he were weighing the risks.
But not for long. “Fuck it,” he said. “Let’s even the score.”
I wasn’t convinced we’d ever be even. The man was too obsessed with my pleasure. But I needed his too. I sneaked a hand into his boxer briefs, thrilling at the feel of his hard, hot cock in my hand. “Oh yes, this is very, very nice,” I said.
His breath stuttered. “Yeah, nice,” he said, sounding lost already to the touch.
I stroked him more, enjoying the weight of him, the heat of him. Sparks flared all through my body just from this—from touching him.
“Push these down a little more,” I said, tugging at his shorts, thrilled to give him orders.
With his big hands, he pushed his shorts to mid-thigh, and I groaned appreciatively as I admired the view. His cock was long, thick, and pulsing for me. A drop of liquid teased me at the tip.
“Squeeze it,” I told him.
His eyes glimmered with desire as he gripped his shaft, squeezing that drop for me. I dipped my head, and licked the salty bead with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he murmured.
I lifted my face, licking my lower lip. “So good.”
“Anything else you need me to do?”
I wrapped a hand tightly around the base. “Yes. Enjoy yourself.”
“I fucking will.”
I dropped my face to his dick and swirled my tongue against the head. Mmm. I savored the taste of him but also the chance to give back. I wanted to take him deep, to please him, to make him moan and groan and lose his mind.
Finally, I had my chance. I flicked my tongue down his shaft. He drew a sharp breath, then a sharper one as I drew him into my mouth, savoring the noises he made.
“Ah, just like that, and use your hand too,” he murmured as he threaded his fingers into my hair.
I followed his directions, loving that he gave them. I wanted this to be as good for him as he’d been to me.
“Harder, Ruby. Do it harder,” he said, clasping a hand around my head. “Take me deeper,” he said in a throaty rumble, then whispered, all hot and husky, “Please.”
I let him fall from my lips for a hot second. “Since you said please…”
Then I took him all the way.
21
EVEN
Jake
Her mouth was divine. She was an angel of mercy, and the friction from her tongue and her lips was heavenly. This was dirty paradise, right there, right then. My fingers curled through her hair, golden blonde spilling over my hand as I guided her. Flames sparked in my blood as she sucked, her head bobbing up and down. This. This was some kind of gorgeous sight. This determined goddess with her head in my lap, sucking me off. Her lips tightened around my shaft, and her tongue worked miracles.