Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Play with your tits,” he commands. “Rub them as I fuck you.”
“Like… this?”
I moan as my hands slide from his back to my breasts, pushing them together and rubbing at the raw place he played with earlier. My skin still feels ultra-sensitive, my nipples on fire, as he thrusts faster, deeper.
I start to thrust my hips in time with him, instinct pushing me just like he said it would. The sheets stick to my sweaty back as I grind on him, his cock slamming into me harder.
His lips twist and his eyes go hard. Like he’s struggling to contain the animal inside of him. It’s the same way I’ve been fighting to contain the force inside of me, the feeling I thought was crazy…
But if we’re crazy, I don’t want to be sane.
“You can go harder if you want.”
I push the words past my rising moans, the whines and croaks of pleasure filling the room, joining the sound of his snarling grunts and the noise of our bodies clashing.
“You horny girl,” he growls.
Slam.
The whole bed bucks beneath us when he pounds into me next, the tip of his cock thrusting into me and hitting a spot deep inside of me. It’s a prickly ball of heat, a pleasure point I never even knew existed that has me crying out in pleasure.
He slams into me again and again, until my hands are forced to return to his muscled shoulders for purchase.
He doesn’t flinch when I bury my fingernails deep into his skin, swaying my hips as he pommels into me with more and more primal passion.
Leaning down, he kisses me amidst the thrusting, but our bodies are moving too fast and our teeth click together, our tongues flailing uselessly as they try to find each other.
In the end, he stops, but he keeps his face close to mine. I grip onto his cheeks and stare directly into his eyes as he fucks me like he never wants to stop, as he fucks me like we were made for each other.
And we were. We are.
The spot deep within starts to thrum and buzz, so much so I’m not sure I can handle it. I listen intently to his groans, moving past my own moans, past the bed, past everything.
There’s an unhinged quality in his voice, telling me he can’t believe he gets to fuck me, me.
My mind whirs and a phrase keeps repeating over and over, the closer he brings me to the edge, as the pressure grows inside of me.
I’m fucking Jaxon Walker. I’m fucking Jaxon Walker. I’m fucking Jaxon Walker.
Over and over, as though I’m speaking to the anxious version of me who first started working for his office, letting her know it’s all okay. It ends in paradise.
No, not ends.
This is just the beginning.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I scream as the orgasm punches deep into my belly, as though he’s fucking it into me.
I bounce against him, as wave upon wave of pleasure seeps out of me. It’s like he’s bust a dam, pounding until my body is forced to sink into a quivering release.
My eyes become teary, but I stare up at him anyway, blurred through the ecstasy. His lips are twisted and his eyebrows are furrowed. His focus is entirely on me as if he can’t even think about looking away.
“That’s.”
He pounds me harder.
“It.”
Deeper.
“Beautiful.”
Right into the bed.
I bounce frantically as the last of my orgasm squirts down his massive hard cock, and then he snarls and collapses against me. His body jerking.
Hugging him tighter, I place my cheek against his, moving with him as he bucks against me. I want to feel his passion as it leaves his body, feel the tension and the relaxation as he empties his seed and gifts it to my womb.
We stay like that for a while, his body resting against mine, holding himself up with his hands so he doesn’t squash me with his hard, heavy body.
Finally, he rolls aside, but he quickly grabs my shoulders and pulls me against him, as though he can’t stand us being apart, not now, not when we’ve come as close as two people can get.
“That was… There aren’t any words.”
He leans down and kisses my cheek, finds my lips and we both sink into it, caught up in the lust even if it’s only just let us go. Our tongues clash readily, my body buzzing, my pussy feeling sore and contended and yet thirsty for more.
“That was amazing, Jessie,” he whispers, breaking off the kiss as his fingers tuck hair behind my ear.
“I know.” I turn to his touch, laying a kiss against his hand. “It was like you said. Our bodies just took over. Our bodies wanted it.”
“The way you bounced for me. And hell. The way you felt… so hot, so tight, so mine.”
“Always yours,” I say quickly. “You never have to doubt that.”