Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“What now?” he asks, clearly into my telling him what to do.
“Suck on it. Show me you’re worth me sneaking around for. Gag on it. Swallow it.” I caress his cheek with my palm. “Give me a blowjob I won’t ever forget.”
With determination flashing in his gaze, he grips my dick and starts sucking it into his mouth. I’m thick, so his teeth scrape along the smooth flesh. He makes a groaning sound as he attempts to take me into his throat, too. His throat constricts as he gags. The vibration of his trouble feels so fucking good. I snag onto his hair and slightly flex my hips, urging him to take more.
“Good boy,” I croon, my legs shaking with pleasure. “You keep that up and I’m going to fill your belly with cum. Do you want my cum deep inside you?”
His nod, despite his gagging, makes me smile. So eager to please. A man like Jax Bell is dangerous to someone like me in the bedroom. When a perfect lover comes along, a man can get greedy. I know all too well what happens when you’re greedy over a lover.
You fall in love.
But with love always comes war.
Hearts are slain and no one wins.
Least not in my world.
His throat tries to swallow me again, catching me by surprise. Pleasure coils in my gut and my nuts tighten. I should warn him of my impending release, but based on the way he’s intensified his efforts, I’d say he knows it’s coming. Strangled sounds of need escape me before I’m pushed into ecstasy.
“Holy shit, Jax,” I grunt as my cock throbs with my release.
He chokes on the load jetting down his throat, but he swallows around my thickness like a blowjob champ. Once my cock stops twitching, he slides off, a grin tugging at his slobbery lips.
“Did that express my gratitude well enough?”
“I might need another one to be sure,” I tease, grabbing his shoulders and hauling him to his feet. “Your turn.”
He laughs and steps out of my hold. “No, big city man, I owe you a drink. Put your messy dick away for now.”
Bossy bastard.
I tuck my dick back into my slacks and watch him as he grabs a couple of beers from the fridge. Once he’s popped the caps off them, he hands me one and nods toward the hallway.
“Want to get more comfortable?” He sips his beer, swallowing a huge gulp that makes his Adam’s apple bob. Fuck, how I want to lick his throat. “Come on.”
I trail after him as he walks to his bedroom. He closes the door behind us, turning the lock. The television is on, which is our only source of light. I’m drinking in his beautiful body as he sets his beer down on the end table. His head turns my way as he studies me.
“I thought we could watch a movie,” he says, his arms crossing over his chest. “Does that sound good?”
“You don’t have to romance me to fuck me, Jax. I’m not a teenager.”
His features turn to stone as he regards me. “Can we…” He sighs. “I wanted to ease into it a bit.”
I’m being an asshole and he doesn’t deserve it. Especially not after the way he sucked my dick like it was the best damn thing he’d ever put in his mouth.
“Sorry,” I grumble. “I’m not trying to be pissy.”
His shoulders relax. “It’s fine. Now put your beer down and take your shirt and pants off but keep your boxers on.”
“Kind of hard to fuck with my boxers on,” I taunt, a teasing grin tugging at my lips.
“We’re watching a movie.” He smirks as he unfastens his jeans and steps out of them. “No fucking.”
“Right,” I drawl out, but obey the sexy cop. “I’ll keep my hands to myself like a good boy.” I flick through each button on my shirt and then peel it off my body, tossing it to the floor.
“Good,” he rumbles, his hungry stare raking over my naked chest. “I wouldn’t want to have to handcuff you.”
A laugh tumbles out of me. “Don’t threaten a bad boy with a good time.”
He climbs into his bed, looking too hot for words in a tight pair of black boxers. After I shed my slacks, I do the same, sliding beneath the covers beside him.
“What are we doing?” I ask, lifting a brow at him.
“Hanging out.”
A derisive snort escapes me. “Sounds boring.”
“Do you ever just relax, big city man? This is Brigs Ferry Bay. A forever vacation town. I know you’re used to go-go-go, but sometimes you have to just stay.”
“You could make me,” I rumble, teasing a finger around his nipple. “It’s your job to lay down the law around here.”
He wastes no time pouncing on me and straddling my thighs. His powerful hands grip my wrists, pinning them to the bed. With the light of the television behind him, his face is shadowed. My very own demon who’s come to possess my body.