Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
A sharp inhale, that was the only sound he made before my pants went flying.
“Fucking hell.” His voice was rough, raw. His fingers brushed over my inner thighs, spreading me wider beneath him. “I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful.”
Heat pooled low in my stomach, ay pulse pounded in my ears. I lifted one leg, sliding my foot up the inside of his thigh until it rested against the open fly of his jeans.
“Off,” I ordered.
One brow lifted, a smirk ghosting over his lips. “I think I’d rather enjoy you first.”
I clenched my jaw. Under different circumstances, I would’ve let him. Would’ve taken the time to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted. But we didn’t have time.
“We can do that another time,” I countered, my voice steady despite the fire burning inside me. “Right now, we don’t know if someone’s going to hammer on that door with an update. We could be needed any second. Do you really want to risk that?”
It took him all of five seconds to come to the right conclusion.
His jeans hit the floor, then he was on me. I expected his mouth to crash into mine, expected him to take what we both so clearly wanted. But Jagger never did what I expected.
Instead, he bent down, his lips brushing over my nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. A strangled moan slipped free as my back arched, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He didn’t stop. He kissed his way down my stomach, his tongue following the path of my tattoo, branding me in a way I didn’t think was possible.
Then, just before reaching where I was aching for him most, he muttered, “No fucking way do I not have time for this.”
And then his mouth was on me.
I gasped, my body jolting as his tongue flicked over my clit. The heat of his breath, the perfect pressure, it was too much and not enough at the same time. My fingers dug into his scalp as I tried to ground myself, but he only groaned in response, the vibrations pushing me closer to the edge.
He licked, sucked, and then—fuck—he bit down gently. I was unravelling.
His tongue dipped lower, sliding inside me, slow and deliberate. “You taste fucking gorgeous,” he murmured against me, his voice vibrating through my entire body.
My thighs trembled, but he wasn’t done. His hand slid up my stomach, his thumb dragging down until it pressed against my clit. A sharp pressure. A slow circle.
I wasn’t a vocal person in bed, but Jagger had just destroyed that. I was writhing, moaning, begging—my voice hoarse with need.
“Please.”
It was barely a whisper, but he heard it.
His mouth left me, only to be replaced by his fingers. He pushed two inside me, deep and slow, curling just right, his lips latching onto my clit again. Then he sucked hard, and I shattered.
A scream ripped from my throat as I came, my body locking up, shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I barely registered the fact that I was gripping his hair so tight that it had to be painful. But when I did, I forced my fingers to loosen, my whole body still trembling as he continued stroking me, drawing out every last shudder.
As my mind slowly drifted back down to earth, one thought flickered through the haze. I had never felt like this before, and that terrified me.
I was still coming down, my body shuddering in the aftermath, when Jagger moved over me, his cock rubbing against my overly sensitive pussy. A sharp gasp tore from my lips, my body jerking as the friction sent another wave of overstimulation through me. He groaned at my reaction, his eyes dark and wild with hunger.
Slowly, I raised my hips, guiding him toward my entrance. Our gazes locked as he began to push inside me, the stretch burning just enough to make my breath catch. I reached above my head, grabbing at a pillow, needing something to hold on to. He was so wide, his thickness forcing my body to accommodate him inch by inch. Even though he was taking it slow, beads of sweat dotted his forehead from the effort of holding back.
“Jesus, baby,” he rasped, his voice strained. “You’re so fucking tight.”
His head dropped to the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. He pulled back slightly, giving me a moment to adjust before pressing forward again, deeper this time. The slow, deliberate invasion had me gripping the pillow tighter, my nails digging into the fabric. I appreciated the patience, I really did, but I needed him. I needed him in a way I had never needed anyone before.
Lifting my head, I caught his lips with mine, flicking my tongue against his, tasting the groan that rumbled from deep in his chest. That was all it took. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in, arching my hips, taking him all the way.