Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
He continues to buck and slap against me and on an ear piercing roar, he slams into me with such force, tears stab at my eyes. He stills and leans against my back, pushing me forward onto the wall, circling his hips deeply. I’m buzzing, my body tinkering on the edge. He reaches up and grabs my pony tail, pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder, moving his damaged hand around my front to the inside of my thigh.
He pulls my hair so my face turns into his, my hazy vision met with dark green. ‘Come.’ he demands, softly sliding his finger down the centre of my core and sweeping his tongue through my mouth.
His words and his touch trigger a shift of pressure in my groin that seizes me from every angle, and I explode on a stretched out, blissful moan into his mouth.
I go limp. I sag in his hold and let him softly massage me through my climax. ‘You are a God.’ I mumble against his mouth, moving my hands from the wall to link around the back of his neck.
I feel his grin against lips. ‘You’re so lucky.’
‘You’re an arrogant God.’
He slips out of me and turns me around in his arms. I maneuver with him, draping my arms back around his neck. ‘Your arrogant God loves you so fucking much.’ He showers my sweaty face with kisses. ‘Your arrogant God wants to spend the rest of his life smothering you with his love and his body.’ He stands us up, dragging me with him.
I’m delighted, but I’m also ignoring the small part of my brain that is trying to remind me that with Jesse’s love and body, also comes Mr Challenging control freak.
‘What’s the time?’ I ask around his morning, stubbled face.
‘I don’t know.’ He carries on with his smothering, and I start walking backwards towards the kitchen so I can get a look at the clock. He follows, still wrapped around me and still dropping kisses all over me.
I catch a glimpse of the cooker clock. ‘Shit!’
‘Hey! Watch your fucking mouth!’
I wriggle free of his hold and start running towards the stairs. ‘It’s a quarter to eight!’ I yell, as I take the stairs two at a time. Where has the time gone? My arrogant God is too much of a distraction. I’m going to be super late.
I throw myself in the shower and make quick work of ridding my body of sweat and cum. I’m frantically rinsing my hair when I feel Jesse’s hands slide over my wet stomach. I wipe my eyes and find him towering over me with his dirty, roguish grin spread across his beautiful face.
‘Don’t.’ I warn. I’m not being distracted by him anymore. He pouts and works his hands up to my shoulders, yanking me forward onto his mouth. ‘I’m going to be late.’ I argue feebly, trying to fight off the budding craving as he teases my lips with his.
‘I want to make an appointment.’ he says, licking my bottom lip, pushing his groin into my stomach.
‘To fuck me? No appointment necessary.’ I quip, trying to pull away from him.
He growls and yanks me back. ‘Mouth! I already told you, I don’t need to make an appointment to fuck you. I do that whenever and wherever I please.’ He rubs his groin back into me, and it’s now I know that I have to escape before I’m swallowed up again.
‘I’ve got to go.’ I duck out of his hold and hastily leave him in the shower, sulking like a schoolboy. He just had me, although I could go again too.
I brush my teeth and make my way into the bedroom, sitting myself in front of the floor length mirror with my make-up bag and hair dryer. I commence a fast blast dry, quickly pin it up and start applying my make-up.
Jesse walks out of the bathroom, gloriously naked and unashamed. I scowl at his naked back, dragging my eyes away to continue with my make-up. I’m being distracted.
Leaning forward, I sweep my mascara wand over my lashes and pull back to find Jesse standing to the side of me, leaning into the mirror. I look up and come face to face with the broad head of his semi-erect manhood. My eyes are fixed, absolutely delighted. My greedy stare travels up his naked body and finds him looking in the mirror, coaxing his hair to the side with some wax. He knows what he’s doing.
I take a calming breath and return to my make-up, but then he makes a point of brushing against me, his firm leg sweeping lightly over my bare arm. I shudder and glance up to find a twitching lip as he tries to feign ignorance. The swine.
He looks down at me in the reflection of the mirror, his eyes swimming with all sorts of promises, and then he lowers himself behind me until he’s sat cradling my body. He shifts forward, pushing his front into my back, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. I hold his gaze in the mirror.