Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I stand there, hardly able to breathe.
“You’re the one who had a problem with the age gap,” I whisper. Butterflies erupt in my belly even as I try to stay calm. His blue eyes flash as he answers.
“I know,” he growls gently, raking his hands through his hair in frustration. “And that’s why I’ve kept away this past week. I tried to do the right thing. I thought that by not seeing you, I could get over how much I want you because it felt so wrong. But I can’t do it, Emily.” My breathing quickens at the sound of pained passion in his baritone growl. He’s holding back again. That animal energy is being kept caged, for my benefit. But I want him to unleash it. I want it so badly.
“I thought maybe you weren’t interested,” I say in a low tone. “I was starting to wonder if I’d imagined it.”
“You didn’t,” Jason growls, pinning me with that fierce blue stare. “But I need your permission, Emily,” he adds, and I can see his jaw clenching with the effort of holding himself back. “You have to tell me you want it because it’s the only way I can justify this, once and for all.”
I don’t hesitate at all.
“I want it,” I whisper immediately. “I want you.”
Jason crosses the distance between us in one fell stride, one arm encircling my waist and crushing my body to his hard, muscled frame. His other hand is behind my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair so he can lift my face up to his. My heart is beating so hard I’m convinced he must be able to feel it through my chest. I can feel his lips graze mine, and for a moment I think he’s holding back again, but instead I realize he’s savoring the moment.
“I didn’t get to kiss you last time,” he growls, his lips brushing mine.
“Then do it,” I whisper in invitation, and his fist tightens around my hair with passion. Then, his lips are on mine. They’re full, perfect, and delicious. Soft, but the coarseness of his stubble grating on my skin is a complete turn-on, just like I imagined. His tongue hungrily explores mine and I feel fire erupt inside me. I instinctively encircle my arms around his neck and suddenly, Jason lifts me as my legs wrap around his waist. I’ve never felt so light before.
He’s kissing me hard, our tongues licking along each other’s, making me moan longingly for what comes next. He puts me down before joining me on the mattress, and the weight of his body on mine feels so complete, so right.
Then, Jason rips my night shirt open, sending little buttons flying off into every direction.
“Oh!” I gasp breathlessly as the buttons scatter on the floor.
“That’s right,” he growls against my lips. “That’s how much I want you, Emily.”
But I don’t care about my night shirt, or the buttons. I care about Jason’s hands cupping the soft flesh of my boobs as he moans into my mouth. He presses his pelvis instinctively against my pussy, and the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms isn’t enough to protect my womanhood from the roughness of his jeans. I groan as I reach down to fumble with his zipper.
“Please,” I pant.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to beg,” he chuckles hoarsely. “It’s all yours.”
Within seconds, his hard, throbbing shaft is out. It’s so erect and long that it’s reaching halfway up his waistband and into his shirt.
He groans longingly as I close my hand around his hefty girth, my thumb and the tips of my fingers unable to touch, with several inches to spare. It’s just as huge and thick as I remember.
“Please,” I beg him, gasping, “please fuck me.”
“Again, sweetheart,” he groans in response as his cock pulses in my hand. “This is all yours. You don’t have to beg because I’m more than happy to do the honors.” Then, he takes his mouth off mine and starts kissing my neck instead. I guide his cock tremblingly to my slippery pussy, and as soon as his throbbing head makes contact, he starts pushing his way into my tight, wet hole. I gasp at the enormous pressure as it slides into me, inch by inch.
“Oh, baby,” he grunts into my neck, his teeth on my skin. “You feel so good. So tight, and so wet.”
I can’t reply. My eyes roll back in ecstasy as he pushes his huge staff deeper and deeper into my tiny pussy, filling me up. When he’s finally all the way in, he starts fucking me gently, pulling his rod in and out in a soothing rhythm.
“Harder,” I beg him, clinging to his broad shoulders. Jason lifts himself up a bit, just enough to be able to look into my face. His blue eyes flash with caution, but I can see how close he is to orgasm.