Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Jared, please,” she begs, and I curse at the sound.
“You want my cock, little fairy?” I ask, rising to lean over her. Her eyes are half-lidded, and I hold her gaze and rub the pad of my thumb over her clit.
“Y-yes!”
I move, sliding my hands down her legs to grab her ankles and hook them over my shoulders. The angle is obscene, showing off every inch of her, wet and pink and perfect. I groan, so turned on it’s near painful, and drag the head of my cock through her folds, shuddering at the tease of it. Juliet tries to reach for me, but at this angle, she can’t reach anything except her own thighs. Instead, she stretches back to grip the headboard, using her grip to wiggle further down.
“Such a good girl, letting me take care of this neddy pussy.” I guide myself to her entrance, pausing to make sure she’s holding my gaze before I press in.
She’s so tight, so slick with desire, that I nearly lose my damn mind. I swear, gripping her thighs tighter and sinking my full length into her. Juliet’s eyes flutter, her lips parting, a shaky moan spilling from them.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good,” I tell her, control shattering. “I need to fuck you until neither of us can breathe. Can you take it?” I’m aware that in this position, Juliet is at my mercy, and while that thought sends a full-body shiver of pleasure through me, I need her to tell me she wants whatever I can give her.
“I need it, too,” she cries out when I pull away, my cock shining with her desire as I pause with just the head inside her.
“Don’t let go of that headboard.”
When her arms flex with the tightening of her grip, I plunge inside her. Hard and deep, I fuck her like she’s the only thing that exists in this world.
She may as well be, for the way she consumes my every thought and dream.
“More,” Juliet begs, and the growl that comes out of me is barely human.
The headboard squeaks and bangs hard against the wall, making Juliet’s perfect breasts bounce with every slap of our hips meeting. She’s so fucking wet that I can hear it while I rut into her, the heaven of her pussy clenching and gushing around me making my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
“God, baby, look at you,” I practically snarl, my gaze roaming her body, splayed and strained so beautifully beneath me. “Taking my cock so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? My little fairy, made to be fucked and filled by me. Only me, Juliet. This perfect pussy, those fucking tits, those pouty lips, every inch of you. Body, heart, soul—all of it.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Juliet screams out and thrashes her head from side to side. Her orgasm overtakes her in a rush, her pussy clamping down on me like her body’s trying to take me for everything I’m worth.
I can’t hold back against the sheer bliss of it, the way she looks, the way she feels, and pleasure grips me in a chokehold as I come. I roar her name, falling forward so that she’s nearly bent in half, and press my head against her chest, filling her with come, pressing as deep inside her as I can get.
When I can breathe again, I have enough sense to lean back so I’m not crushing her. I let her ankles down from my shoulders. Keeping myself buried in her, I wrap my arms around her waist and turn us so that we’re on our sides facing each other with our legs tangled up in the duvet.
We’re both panting, Juliet’s eyes still closed and her lips parted as aftershocks wrack her body, making me groan when her inner walls pulse around me.
She falls asleep like that, wrapped in my arms and post-orgasmic bliss, connected and tangled together. And I know I’ll never let her go.
4
JULIET
Iwake up cozy, warm, and utterly satisfied. My bones feel limp, my whole body so relaxed I want to sink into this heavenly mattress for the rest of my life and never move.
The deliciously strong arms wrapped around me right now might be swaying that desire, too.
I turn my head to take in the sight of Jared, still asleep, pressed against me. I’m tangled up in him, my leg between his, my arm draped over his chest. There’s a small ache between my legs that I relish because God was it worth it. I lost track of how many orgasms this man wrung from my body last night, but I’m certain it’s about double the amount of hours of sleep I got.
I’ve never been so happy to be tired.
That is, until an alarm blares through the room and makes both of us jerk fully awake. I don’t recognize the sound, so I know it’s not my alarm, but Jared grabs his phone from the side table and taps the screen to silence the head-splitting noise. As he does, I catch a glimpse of the time.