Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I palm her other breast, feeling the weight of it in my hand. The heat of her skin. The scent of her arousal.
My head spins as I try to keep grounded, but it’s impossible. Her sweet pants whisper through the air. The taste of her body on my tongue. The feel of her moving against me, her hair brushing my face, and her breath on my cheek.
The pressure inside my cock builds higher than I thought possible.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” She throws her head back, her eyes closed—giving me access to as much of her as I want. And I want it all. “I need to get off, Jason. I’ve needed it for so long.”
It would take a second to bury myself in her, but watching her like this is erotic.
My hands drop to her ass again—this time, under her skirt. She gasps at the contact and then grinds even harder.
“Can you come like this, beautiful?” I ask, taking in every whisper of a breath.
“I think so.”
“Come for me. Let me watch you.”
Her eyes fly open as reality hits her.
I smirk. “Don’t be shy now.” I spread her cheeks apart. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
She hesitates, her face flushing. For a long moment, I’m not sure what she’ll do. Her hips lift as if she’s going to say something. As she adjusts her position, my fingers find her seam, and I swipe a finger through the wetness.
“Oh,” she says, exhaling.
I move my knees farther apart. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
She moves again, her chest bouncing in my face. Her juices coat my hands as she works against me.
“You are fucking gorgeous, Chloe,” I say, squeezing her ass. “Watching you like this makes it hard not to get off.”
“Jason …”
I grit my teeth, so close to coming myself, and will myself to hold on.
She shrieks as she falls apart spectacularly.
A flush colors her face, and heat pours from her pussy. Her head falls back, her hair swishing against my arms, and her lips form the perfect O.
“I want all of it,” I say, moving her hips as she slows.
“I can’t. I can’t, Jason,” she says between ragged breaths. “Please.”
She falls to my shoulder. I press a kiss to her clavicle and then move her to the side.
I can’t wait anymore.
My zipper falls. My cock is in my palm. I shake as I pump myself, holding her gaze as I do. A bead of precum is already on the tip.
“You did this to me.” I stroke it once more and then stop. Reaching over, I drag my fingers through her slit. She moans again, and it only makes me harder. “I want you so fucking bad.”
My teeth are clenched as I spread her cum over my length and then run my hand up and down my shaft.
“I’m yours,” she says softly.
And that’s all it takes.
I tense as her words throw me over the edge. My entire body shakes. My eyes squeeze shut. Cum spews from the tip in thick, hot ropes.
Before I know what’s happening, Chloe’s between my legs, covering the head of my cock with her mouth, taking every drop down her throat.
The sight of her positioned like this—of her doe eyes looking up at me with my dick in her mouth—is more than I can take.
I grab the back of her head and flex into her mouth, my orgasm wracking my body with such force that I think my head might explode.
“Fuck!” I groan, trembling as the last waves of pleasure wane.
I release her, and she sits back, grinning as she licks her lips.
I laugh in disbelief.
“Do me a favor?” she asks, fluttering her lashes.
“Right now? I’d do anything you ask.”
“Is this a life hack?” She grins. “Suck you off and then ask for favors?”
“You now know my secrets.”
She laughs, rising off her knees. “Can we get married tonight? Surely, you can do that in Vegas, right?”
“Your wish is my command.”
And right now, that’s a dangerous place to be.
Chapter 16
Jason
For the first time in my life, I wish Renn were here.
The King and Bling Chapel off the Strip was his suggestion, to put it lightly. It’s where he accidentally married Blakely on her thirtieth birthday, and he argued with me for twenty minutes this evening when I mentioned getting married on a gondola.
At least if my brother were here, he could make a joke, and I’d want to throttle him instead of concentrating on how fast my heart is beating.
Chloe fidgets with a bouquet of pink roses I had delivered to the apartment before we left.
“Hey,” I say, nudging her with my elbow. “Having regrets?”
“Only one.”
My brows furrow.
“I wish Mimi were here,” she says softly. Tears spring to her eyes. “I didn’t think I was going to get emotional.” She laughs, sniffling. “I’m just … ignore me.”