Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” she asks me. She holds my face, looks right in my eyes and it feels like I’m being held there by a laser beam instead of her gaze.
I try to back up, to get away from her hands, her gaze, the curves of her body and that silken skin. I feel exposed.
I should tell her that I can’t do this. That I’m teetering on the edge of obsession here and the urge to bury myself in her tight, sweet slit is making blood pound in my ears. I should be grateful I stopped when I did, before I felt her come apart from my touch.
“For the record,” she says, her bright eyes never leaving mine, “I don’t just want someone to make me forget for a while. I want you. It’s a hell of a problem for me, a complication I didn’t ask for in the middle of all this mess, but I’m drawn to you. You’re all I think about.”
She strokes her thumb over my cheekbone once, twice. All my reasons burn away in the heat of her touch. Maybe she kisses me, or maybe I kiss her. She’s in my arms, my tongue breaching her lips, her bare legs wrapping around my hips. My shoulders hit the mattress as she unbuttons my shirt. Serena practically glows when she looks down at me from her spot astride my stomach. Parting the fabric, she sets her palms on my chest.
I’m not exaggerating when I say it feels like I was zapped with the paddles that doctors use to restart the human heart. My eyes drop shut as I try to contain the intensity of this feeling but flashes of purple and silver spark behind my lids. My fingers close around her wrists, pinning her hands to my chest. When I open my eyes, she’s there, her forehead against mine, eyes blinking fast. She felt it too, whatever charge passed between us. I move just a little, tilt my head and lock my lips with hers.
We breathe together, joined that way, lips clinging to one another, the closeness stirring something in my chest. I’m holding her palms flat to my chest, lips pressed to hers, and we are motionless, sealed together in a way that feels powerful and fragile at the same time. I release her wrists to wrap my arms around her, hold her there on top of me as I deepen the kiss. A steamy, slow kiss that puts me back on solid ground.
This is going to be so good, or it’s going to be the death of me. I roll her onto her back, press her down into the mattress with my body. She nips at my lips, sexy as hell, and before I can decide about position, pacing, or even find a condom in my bedside table, something overtakes me.
I’ve ripped her panties away, barely had time to unzip my own pants. I drive my throbbing hard cock into her dripping pussy. She lets me take her raw and real and so slick and hot that I’m losing my control. The incredible wet heat of her is like a fist wrapped around my cock, the cling of her softness to my length. She feels so tight it’s like a velvety flame closes around me.
I thrust deeper, a rhythm that comes from us both. She doesn’t object to being taken raw, without warning. Her legs wrap around my hips, urging me on. She grabs my ass, tugging me closer until I am into the hilt. I stay still a moment once I stuff her, slickness coating me. I can barely get a breath from the clench of her sex around me.
I want to stay in this pulsating, breathless moment between heartbeats when I’m joined with Serena. She tilts her hips to grind against me, rolls her hips as if she’s trying to stir my dick inside her tight little passage. I groan out loud, curse, want her to do it again but also want to pound her, to withdraw and push back inside her, feel that heat envelop me again. She surges upward, her mouth on mine.
“Please, Jack,” she says on my lips before she opens for my tongue. I pull out suddenly, then plunge back in with a fierce thrust, the impact scooting her up the mattress. I see her head go back, her hand grab at the sheets to hold on. Her body goes stiff, she whispers, “more.”
“Greedy girl,” I growl at her, nip her neck. I withdraw with painstaking slowness, tormenting her with the drag of my cock on her sensitive flesh.
I lift her hips and hold her, guide my cock into her, angle my pelvis and go so deep that I almost black out. She grabs for my face, the way her eyes fly open to look at me, it’s my undoing. As much as I want to wait until I’ve made her come, see the small oh of her lips, the arch of her back as she takes all of me in, the way my name comes from her in the sharpest, most desperate voice I’ve ever heard from her—all of it undoes me.