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)
“Want you feelin’ me,” Jamie panted, leaning back and pushing to his knees so he could fuck me and watch. “Nine fuckin’ months been waitin’. Wantin’ you.” He slammed in, pulled out, grabbed my shins, and held me open. He pumped his hips and stared where he entered me. “Motherfuckin’ good, baby. Fuck.”
“Jamie,” I whimpered. Legs shaking. Body locking up tight.
He was hitting that spot, again and again, building it in me fast. Fucking me harder.
“Oh, God, Jamie … fuck, I …”
Taking …
Taking …
He dropped down and took my mouth, asking, “Who you feelin’, baby?” all soft against my lips.
I gasped, closing my eyes and moaning, “You.”
He growled and powered back and forth. “Fuckin’ right me,” Jamie said through a smirk I could feel twisting across his lips. “Been dreamin’ about this sweet pussy. Now you’re givin’ it.” He groaned inside my mouth, slamming deep. Out, then back in. “You’re givin’ it,” he rasped. “Means it’s mine. Can’t take this back, Legs. You hear me?”
I heard him, I just couldn’t answer.
My limbs tightened around him and my pussy started clenching in pulses I felt all the way in my toes. That fire was spreading through me, and I wanted it.
I wanted to burn.
I’d come hard against Jamie’s mouth but this, what he was building, this was breathtaking.
Eyes still closed, I felt him lean away as I started coming. Slow, and then it took me. The flames spread. My body arched off the mattress. My nails cut into skin. I breathed fast and heavy, whispering yes and oh, God and oh, fuck, yes please.
“Fuck. Look at you,” Jamie panted from above me. He grasped at my breasts. He squeezed them roughly, fucking me through it, keeping it up long after the flames burned out.
“Tori,” Jamie groaned, seconds later, or minutes. I had no idea.
I was staring at Jamie’s chest and his unbelievably sexy collarbone I wanted to bite when I heard my name. My eyes came up and met his.
I saw his want. His need. Eyes wide and wild. He looked wrecked.
He was close.
“Can you …” I pressed my fingers into the indents of his stomach, watching him focus on my breasts as they bounced. “Can you come on me?” I asked softly.
His gaze lifted and met mine. He stopped thrusting.
I spoke fast, quickly explaining my request. “He did. Sometimes he would. And I just, I don’t want him here.”
His eyes flashed and heated like hellfire as he stared down at me. He looked murderous. “Where?” he growled.
I dropped my hand between us and showed him.
Jamie looked down, his nostrils flared, then he started powering into me again, back and forth, harder, faster, growling fuck fuck fuck. One last time he rammed deep, then he pulled out, tore the condom off, leaned over me, and shot his load onto my stomach as he stroked his cock.
I leaned up onto my elbows and watched, whimpering when he took his hand and rubbed himself into my skin, hip to hip and up to my breasts.
“Jamie.”
He leaned down, careful of what he just did, slid his other hand to my cheek, and kissed me hard and wet as he breathed heavy. Then he pushed back and stood from the bed, grabbing the condom off the floor. He disappeared down the hallway to discard it, and when he returned, he was holding a hand towel.
I lay still, watching as Jamie cleaned me off. When he was finished, he tossed the towel to join my other one on the floor.
“Get on your knees. We’re not done,” he said when he straightened and turned, hand moving over his cock and stroking as he stood beside the bed and stared at my body.
I blinked and bit my lip, staring back as everything, everything, below my waist clenched and warmed with desire.
We’re not done.
I did as I was told and got into position, facing the headboard. I heard a condom wrapper tearing open and dropped my head between my arms. I started panting.
We’re not done.
The bed dipped behind me, and seconds later Jamie’s hands held my hips and his mouth pressed hot, hungry kisses to my back, trailing down my spine. His finger teased between my legs. He got it wet, then he slid out of me and moved higher, gently pressing against my ass.
I opened my mouth and moaned. “He take you here, babe?” Jamie asked, slowly moving his finger in and out.
Shyly, I dropped my head.
He had. And Jamie knew. I didn’t need to answer.
“Last place you’re feelin’ him.” I felt his breath against my flesh. He bit my ass and spread my cheeks with his hands, promising, “Never feelin’ him again,” before he wiggled his tongue inside me.
I came two more times that night while every memory of Wes was burned away from my body. And I was right.