Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
I want to tease him, but I don’t have the willpower. As I lick more of his salty arousal, adrenaline pumps through me. The scent of him makes me so wired that my own fantasies spin out of control. “Make me choke on your cock,” I tell him, and his whole body jerks in response.
He can’t even respond with words since I swallow him in a heartbeat. All he can do is grunt as I take him to the back of my throat.
Jude fucks my mouth relentlessly, shoving his cock as far down as he can go. My throat will be sore when he’s done, and that’s fine by me. I suck him hard, gagging when he thrusts deep. He doesn’t stop, not even when I cough, not even when saliva slides down my chin.
I don’t care, and he doesn’t care.
“Take it all,” he begs.
Jude could order me around. He could give me any command he wanted, and I’d suck him just as hard.
But he’s pleading, and it’s so unlike him, and it’s so fucking sexy.
My eyes water. My mouth waters. He’s pummeling my throat, and it’s awesome. But it could be more awesome if I do this . . .
Letting go of his thighs, I sneak a hand between his legs and tug on his balls.
“Yes!”
He doesn’t stop shouting. Or panting. Or crying out. And that’s good because I will choke for real in fifteen more seconds. I need his lift-off, stat.
I drag a finger against the spit spilling down my chin, then push my finger into his hole. An animalistic groan rips from his chest as his climax floods my throat. His entire body shakes. When I’ve sucked him dry, I drop him from my mouth, coughing as I catch my breath.
Jude moans and gasps. He still hasn’t come down from his high as I stretch across the bed to his nightstand. I grab the lube then shove off my jeans. My dick’s aching, and I have to come fucking soon. Straddling his stomach, I lube up my hand.
Jude blinks. Seems to reconnect with reality. Then unleashes the most wicked grin as he stares at me. “Come all over me. Been dying to watch you get off.”
“Then here’s your wish, baby,” I say, my voice rough from the abuse.
Grabbing my dick, I stroke fast and furiously. This won’t take me long at all. Several hard jerks later, my balls tighten.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He grunts as I squeeze the tip on an upstroke. “So fucking hot.”
His praise makes me go faster. My hand’s a blur on my shaft. And my guy is a ravenous beast, rasping out an order: “Come on my face.”
My blood roars.
He parts his lips, licks them salaciously.
I slide up Jude’s body, straddling his shoulders, and give him what he asked for with one final twist of my wrist. Pleasure annihilates me. It seizes my cells as I unload on his gorgeous movie-star face, painting his lips and chin with my release. It’s filthy and possessive all at once. I’m marking him, and he wants to be claimed at the same damn time.
As the aftershocks rocket through me, he licks my climax off his lips then wipes the rest onto his fingers, sucking each one.
I shudder.
There’s never been anything sexier in the entire world than Jude Fox licking my orgasm off his fingers.
I dip my head to him, our foreheads pressing together as we breathe out hard. My lips find his. I taste me on him. We kiss slow and hungry, both sated and exhausted. Then I head to the bathroom, straighten up, and wet a washcloth.
Back in his bedroom, I clean his face and his chest. He smiles so damn contentedly. I drop another kiss to his lush lips, then I take the cloth to the laundry closet and set it in a basket full of dirty towels.
When I return, I flop next to Jude and sigh happily. “That was—”
“Yeah, it was.”
He echoes my unfinished thoughts.
Will he be on the same page, though, with the other things I want to do in bed? Like switching it up with me someday? Back in Los Angeles, I wanted to ask, but I never found the chance. I take the opportunity now. “I’ve got a long list of things I want to do with you,” I tell him, my voice still raspy.
Slowly, he shifts his body toward me, his eyes intrigued. “Like a sex list?”
“Yes,” I say, my chest heating as I picture all the sex we can have.
“What’s on it?” He sounds enrapt.
“Well,” I say, my fingers tracing the grooves of his abs like I can find my confidence there, “pretty much everything.”
“Mmm. I like everything,” he murmurs, then dips his face to mine, presses a soft kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, he says, “Tell me more.”