Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I use my hands, guiding my way to where I’m dying to be. I slide one finger through her swollen wet slit, and she whimpers under my touch.
“Feel good?”
She grunts. “Yes.”
I smile as I move in to replace my finger with my mouth. I press a soft kiss to her core, and she lifts her hips to meet me.
Her hand tightens in my hair, letting me know she likes what I’m doing.
I suckle her clit in my mouth, circling it with my tongue. Over and over, she lifts her hips. Her taste is addicting, and I can’t seem to get close enough. I put a finger at her entrance and pump in and out of her. She pulls at my hair, but the pain of it feels so good. “Yes,” I breathe against her. I’m covered in her arousal and I lick at her until her moans are barely recognizable.
She puts her hand at the back of my head. “Jason, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Right there.”
She’s crazy if she thinks I would stop now. I won’t give up until she’s completely come undone and there’s no doubt she’s satisfied.
She grunts, and then a guttural groan comes out of her as her legs lock around my head and her whole body flexes. Her hips start to writhe uncontrollably, but I still don’t give up. I don’t stop when the orgasm rolls through her body and she comes on my tongue. I don’t stop when her body is pulled into one taut muscle and she clenches all around me. I don’t stop when she starts to come down off her high and lies limp under me. I keep licking her, petting her with my tongue until she’s letting out little satisfied whimpers.
Only then do I give her pussy one last kiss and then move up her body. “You okay?”
She sounds exhausted. “I don’t think okay even begins to cover it.”
“Good,” I tell her, wishing I could kiss her but knowing I’ve already pressed my luck tonight.
She slides her hand down my body between us, and I’m about to stop her when my phone dings.
I groan, leaning my head to her chest. “I have to go.”
She freezes. “Go? What do you mean go?”
I shrug. “I have to go. My ride’s here.”
I move to my knees on the floor and reach into the pocket of my jeans. I can barely get my hand in there because everything is fitting tighter right now. I pull my phone out and push the button to play my text message. It says, You have a message from Kanan. “I’m outside.”
I climb to my feet and I hear Olivia rustling around and then coming to stand next to me. I adjust my cock in my pants and grunt. It fuckin’ hurts, but it’s a good kind of hurt.
“You can’t leave now. I can take you home.”
“That’s okay. I need to go, and I know you work tomorrow.”
“But…”
“I’ll call you tomorrow, Liv. Have sweet dreams.”
“Okay,” she says.
I turn to walk away, and she stops me. “Jason.”
“Yeah, baby?”
She reaches for me. “Geez, this is embarrassing. You, uh, have me on you.” She reaches up and wipes at my mouth. When she’s done, she puts a hand around my neck and pulls me down, pressing her lips to mine. “Thanks for tonight.”
I kiss her back but then force myself to step back. “I’m pretty sure I should be the one doing the thanking. I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”
I kiss her cheek, grab my cane, and then make my way outside. I get to the bottom step and Kanan is there to help me.
I can’t help but wonder if Olivia is watching me. “How was your night?” Kanan asks.
I nod, not even trying to hide my smile. “Really good.” Which is the understatement of the year, but tonight is not something I want to talk about. It feels too personal. I can see a future with Olivia, but just as quickly as the thought comes, I try and tamp it down. She’s not ready. And she may never be.
CHAPTER 18
OLIVIA
He left. After all that, he just left.
I understand his ride was here and he needed to go, but I wish we’d had more time together.
For thirty minutes, I try to pull myself together. I shower, turn off all the lights and climb into bed. I’m about to plug my phone in and turn my lamp off when I get fed up. I open the messaging app on my phone and start to type.
“Hey, did you make it home okay?”
I wait for the delivered notification to change to the read notification. When it doesn’t, I tell myself I’m being foolish, and I put my phone on the nightstand. I turn off the lamp and then throw myself back into the bed with a huff.