Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Maybe I want to own property for personal reasons.” I straighten and turn toward him. “This town happens to be growing on me.”
“More time to hang around and get me to sell?”
“I tried, but you turned me down.” I trail my fingers down the front of his shirt to his waistband. “Maybe something else is growing on me too.”
I barely have time to set down my glass before Jack cages me in, his lips at my neck, his teeth nipping at that tender area that thankfully didn’t turn into a bruise.
When my fingers round his hips to squeeze his ass, he groans against my throat. “Bedroom. Now.”
Taking my hand, Jack leads me down the hall.
“Take everything off,” he demands, only leaving me a moment to appreciate the queen-size bed and large chest of drawers.
He stands back and watches, leaning against the dresser, his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. I almost complain that he needs to disrobe as well, but I actually enjoy having him bark orders at me. To use me the way he sees fit—in the bedroom, at least. It requires a modicum of trust, something I haven’t felt with most lovers. But with Jack, that sense of safety has been there from the beginning. I’m not sure why. He’s been a pain in the ass a good portion of the time, but my intuition tells me differently, and I’ve been right so far.
Besides, his intense, admiring gaze makes a thrill shoot through me.
I give him a clumsy, lackluster show of removing one article of clothing at a time because I’m stiff and desperate for his touch, precome smearing across my stomach.
“About fucking time.” When only my socks are left, Jack is already crowding me on the bed, pushing me into the mattress, my nipples damp from his mouth as he sucks and nibbles each stiff peak. By the time he’s finished, I’m practically sobbing from the pleasure-pain.
Desperate for skin-to-skin contact, I start pushing up his shirt, assisting him in removing it. But after it hits the floor, he pauses to mess with me again by lifting my arms above my head and caging me in under his penetrating gaze. He devours my skin with wet, openmouthed kisses from my throat to my thighs, slicking my belly button and hip bones with saliva as I groan beneath him, acting trapped but loving every minute.
He releases me to push down his jeans and underwear, and I shamelessly take in the view. He kneels on the bed and nips at my hip bones, nudging his nose into the hair at my groin, which only makes my cock ache more.
At this point, I’m ravenous, so I grip his hair and tug at the unruly locks. “Fucking hell, Jack, you’re killing me. I need…” Before I can finish begging, Jack’s growl reverberates in my bones as he engulfs the tip of my hypersensitive cock. “Holy fuck.” My thighs lock and my back arches as his tongue works its magic along my length down to the root, then back up again to lick at the glans and suckle the tip.
Releasing my shaft, he pushes my knees up to my shoulders, exposing my hole to his greedy eyes. “Damn, you’re sexy as hell.”
I experience that same sensation again, like I’ll be taken care of by Jack, which is hard to reconcile given his prickly demeanor and the fact that we barely know each other. But in times like these, he’s almost sweet, if bossy, and I can’t find it in me to feel anything other than admired and powerful. Especially when his eyes darken with need right before his mouth sweeps down, sucking my nuts and soaking the hair with his saliva as if marking me. Fucking hot.
I stifle a whimper as his mouth lowers to my taint. So fucking close to where I need him to be. When his tongue circles my hole, I nearly jackknife off the bed. “You like that?”
“Hell yes.”
He hums in approval, gripping the back of my thighs and holding me in place as he flattens his tongue and proceeds to rock my world. My eyes roll back when he softens me enough to dip the tip inside. I clench around his finger when I feel it join his tongue. At the same time that a second digit fills my hole, his mouth engulfs my cock, bobbing up and down and providing a mind-blowing rhythm to the thrusts of his fingers.
I moan brazenly, on the cusp of losing my load, but he pulls back to reach for a condom and lube in his nightstand drawer. He rolls the condom down his length and messily applies lube, obviously as needy as I am.
I impatiently rock my hips as he lines up his cock. When he finally presses inside, the sound releasing from my throat surprises even me as my stretched hole pulses and throbs.