Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
"I can see why," I mumble, staring at his cock. My tongue skates across my bottom lip. "Jesus, Jack. That thing is impressive."
"Glad you approve," he murmurs, working his fist up and down the shaft. "He's this fucking hard because of you. Because the thought of slipping inside that tight little hole and leaving you nice and bred?" He groans, squeezing tighter. "Christ, Madison. You have no idea how many times I've thought about it today."
"What's stopping you?" I ask, my voice shaking.
"Right now? Those pants." He flicks his gaze up at me, his eyes dark. "And the fact that I haven't eaten you yet. I'm definitely getting my mouth on you before I get inside you. Been thinking about that all day, too."
"Do I get to put mine on you too?" I think I'd like that…him in my mouth, at my mercy. Him, growling and cursing and losing his mind because of me. Yeah, I'd definitely like that.
"Hell no."
I scowl at him, which just makes him chuckle.
"If you get your mouth on me, I'll be coming down that pretty throat, baby. And that isn't fucking happening." He releases his cock, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pants. "Not until you're carrying my kid. After that? You can taste me as often as you'd like."
"I don't like this plan."
"Which part?"
"The waiting to taste you part."
"Too bad." He yanks my pants down, still smirking at me like the devil. I think he might be. And I feel a little bit like a goddess when I'm bare beneath him and he's growling and staring at me like I'm the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
"Jesus, baby," he groans. "I feel like such an asshole right now."
"Why?"
"Because my fantasies did not do you justice." He reaches out, running his thumb down my slit. "This is so fucking pretty."
I whimper, arching toward his hand.
"And the rest of you?" He shakes his head, staring in awe. "Goddamn."
"Jack."
"Where should I start?"
"Anywhere," I cry. "Everywhere."
He falls forward, catching himself on his elbows at the last minute. "What about right here?" he breathes, turning his head to pull one nipple into his mouth.
I shout his name, my back bowing from the bed. "Yes, yes, there," I babble as he rakes the hard bud through his teeth, sending lava directly into my veins.
He pinches the other, rolling and teasing.
I pull his hair in response, which he really seems to like. At least judging from the way he bites me.
His hands rake down my sides, exploring my body in a way that's brand new and incendiary. He touches me like he knows exactly how to make me squirm, exactly how to make me whimper. This man is…Lord, he's going to change my whole damn world.
"I love the way you squirm and whimper when you want more, Madison," he murmurs, kissing his way down my belly. He lavishes attention on it, not like a man trying to placate me, but like one who can't get enough of it. I think he might be obsessed with my body. Not in a fetish type of way. But in a because-it's-me type of way.
He grips me tight, nuzzling and kissing. Growling and muttering. It's the sexiest thing, like he's talking to my body, heaping praise on it.
"Look how fucking sexy," he breathes. "Goddamn, this is all mine. Can't believe it." His tongue swirls around my belly button before he leaves a red mark right beside it. "All mine."
"Jack." I'm a puddle of need beneath him, wetter than I've ever been. More turned on than should be humanly possible.
He kisses lower, spreading my legs wide.
"Ah, baby, baby," he practically whimpers. "Look at it. Just fucking look."
He's killing me.
"You're so wet for me. So pink and swollen." He runs his nose up the juncture of my thigh, spreading my lips with two fingers. "That little clit is just begging for me, Madison. So is that tasty little hole. It's fucking dripping." He grinds his hips against the bed. "Goddammit. I want to eat and fuck it at the same time."
He hasn't even touched my pussy, and I think I might come. Is it possible for a voice to do that to you? The evidence points to yes.
"Please, Jack."
"Please, what, baby? Tell me what you want."
Maybe this is the part where I'm supposed to clam up and get shy and refuse to use my voice. But…I stopped being that girl seven years ago. This version of me? She speaks up. She advocates. She knows what she wants. And right now, she really, really wants this man all over her.
"Please, eat me," I beg. "I need it."
"Say the words, Madison," he growls. "I want to hear that sweet little voice begging me to eat your cunt. Tell me that you want to come all over my face."
"M-make me come all over your face, Jack," I groan, rocking beneath him. "Eat my pussy. Please."