Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“What—”
“Touch me,” he ordered.
I jerked back. Weakly … but there was resistance.
“Um.”
“Lookin’ scared of it, babe, and that’s not really workin’ for me. Come on.” He forced my hand to wrap around him, releasing his grip on me when my own took hold.
“Oh,” I whispered, sounding breathless as I leaned closer, putting weight on my knees.
He was heavy in my hand and warm. So warm. Every part of him reminded me of summer.
I studied and squeezed.
“Fuck,” Jamie moaned, breathing heavier now. The muscles in his stomach tensing. “You got a minute before I’m takin’ you.”
My eyes bounced between his dick in my hand and his gaze, still serious. A minute? That was hardly enough time.
I slid my hand up his shaft and touched the cold metal ball at the top with my thumb, asking, “Did it hurt?”
“Pinched a little. Not bad.”
“Is this the piercing you always keep in?”
“Yeah.”
I studied the part of the barbell that was exposed. I felt that, too. Then I rubbed the ball on the underside.
“This isn’t going to come lose and get lost inside me, is it?” I questioned, lifting my gaze to watch him answer.
Jamie cocked an eyebrow.
“This your way of tellin’ me you want it bare?” he asked.
I blinked. My hand slid higher. “What?” I whispered.
He reached down and stopped my movement, jaw set tight and nostrils flaring as he did it. Then he pulled my hand away, sharing, “It’s not gonna come loose. If it did, it’d end up in the condom I plan on wearin’.”
“Oh.” I let my hand fall to the mattress. Duh, Tori. “Right.”
“Yeah,” he replied, smirking as he picked up the sleeve of five, ripping one free and tearing into the package again with his teeth while he looked at me. “Kinda felt like you were implyin’ I didn’t need to bother.”
My eyes widened. Didn’t need to bother? Was he crazy?
“I was not implying anything,” I countered with a quick voice, scooting back and away. “I was simply curious and not thinking about my question before I spoke it.” I fell back and settled, huffing out a breath. My head turned on the pillow.
“Relax, Legs,” Jamie chuckled, looking all too pleased with himself. “I came prepared, babe.”
“I am relaxed,” I murmured, watching as he spread the condom down his length.
I felt his touch on my body while he readied himself. I was certain he had left fingerprints on my thighs.
“What you did,” I started as he dropped his hands to the mattress and crawled over and on top of me, settling between my legs with elbows bracing his weight. I brushed my fingers over his neck and lower, mouth opening to finish giving him my gratitude.
“Not done,” he said, halting my speech as his hand pushed hair out of my face. He bent down and kissed me. “Brace, baby. I’m takin’ that pussy now.”
My stomach fluttered. “Okay,” I said.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
“You like me?”
I smiled. “No.”
He smiled back, lips curling beautifully, I could feel it. “Liar,” he murmured. He kissed the corner of my mouth as his hand slid between us, positioning his swollen head against my lips, and then he pushed in.
“Jamie,” I whimpered over the sound of his strangled groan. I gasped as he stretched me. “Oh, my God.”
I felt a pressure moving with him inside me. It was pinpoint. I’d never felt anything like it.
He kept pushing in. Slowly …
Even though he shook and growled like he wanted to fuck, and even though I pulled, hands gripping his ass, Jamie took his time sinking deep.
He let me feel every inch. Every exquisite stress of his piercing. He didn’t rush it.
This, entering me, taking those first moments, this he savored.
But when he buried himself to the hilt, Jamie stopped being civilized.
He reared back and started thrusting, hard, cock slamming deep as his mouth pressed to my ear where he asked, “You feelin’ him now?” all smug and self-righteous.
God …
I bit my lip and moaned, feeling myself growing wetter and tighter around him. It turned me on, his arrogance. How good he knew he was at everything.
At this. Amazing. The best, maybe.
Jamie leaned down and fucked me harder. He growled through a laugh, watching me writhe and beg beneath him. “You feelin’ him now?” he asked, smiling and snarling, looking both crazy and beautiful.
“God,” I moaned.
I couldn’t answer. That piercing. Holy … shit.
Pleasure wrapped about me and gripped on.
Jamie crawled closer as he continued to take me, pushing my thighs against my chest and turning savage.
I held on and took what he gave. I gave it back.
I bit his shoulder when he told me how tight I was. I dug my nails into his hips when he moaned and murmured fuck and Tori like this was killing him. I kissed him and I begged. I said I needed it.
It felt like I did.