Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Eighteen,” I whisper, all of my bravado gone.
Jordan doesn’t reply, merely pulling me tight against that broad body once more. Then, he parts my lips with his tongue, easing inside and the intimacy makes me gasp. Through his shorts, I feel his cock grow hard. He presses it firmly between my thighs, giving me something more to long for and I mewl with pleasure, rubbing up against him.
I exhale heavily into his mouth between intervals of long, intense kissing. I’ve never had a strong desire to be with a man before, but I want nothing more than to give myself up to Jordan Slate in this moment.
“You like this?” he breathes.
I nod, unable to speak, and he smiles knowingly. “I knew you would,” he says.
Then, I feel my swim top come loose. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t even notice his hand had moved up my back to untie the bikini. He languidly moves the strings off my shoulders, letting it fall off my body, and I hear the fabric hiss as it slides to the tile floor.
“Fuck, your tits are huge,” he breathes with admiration. Cupping my breasts in his rough hands, he begins to kiss his way down my neck. He bends down and lifts a nipple to his mouth, softly taking it between his lips. A tingling begins to grow between my thighs as he passionately sucks.
Just in time, he slips his hand between my legs. He firmly presses two fingers against my bikini bottom, quickly finding my place of weakness and fixing his attention there.
“You’re so wet,” he rasps, looking down at the drenched patch in the fabric. “Fuck.”
He begins to stroke my nub as he moves his lips to my other breast, and I grab his shoulders tightly, sinking my nails into his bronze skin. Dropping his head to my navel, he presses his face up against my body and then slowly slides one finger beneath my bathing suit bottom and through to the other side, hooking the fabric and pulling upwards. I squeal as the material cinches against my most sensitive spot, and goosebumps rise all over my body. He drags his lower lip up my skin from my bikini line to the base of my throat before raising his gaze to meet mine once more. That blue stare is intense, and sears me all over.
“Do you like this?” he asks me in a hoarse voice.
I merely mewl in response, but he shakes his head.
“I need to hear it, sweetheart. Use your words. Do you like what I’m doing?” he asks, tugging at the material again. This time, I gasp as my eyes widen, clutching his shoulders.
“Yes, I really like this.” I respond breathlessly. “I love it.”
He grins as he tightens the hook of his finger and rips my bottoms off altogether, reuniting them with my top on the floor beside us.
“Good, because it gets even better, baby girl.”
He kisses his way down the center line of my body, stopping to nibble at the tan line just above my inner lips. Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I really completely nude in my next door neighbor’s house, letting him kiss me all over? It’s too good to be true, but then Jordan presses a thumb firmly on my clit, and all thought flies out of my head. I drop my head back and allow my eyelids to close, reveling in the pleasure.
“Oh Jordan,” I moan. “Oh god!”
I feel his warm, steady breath between my legs as I wait for his touch. Finally, I feel the faintest lick, and just the tip of his tongue slides across my clit. But it’s enough. I begin to pulsate, hoping to take him all inside of me. But he doesn’t grant my wish just yet.
“You taste so sweet, like wildflower honey,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh without looking up.
His tongue begins to circle around my clitoris, making it swell in anticipation. He takes it between his lips and bites the hard nub gently, causing me to grab onto both of his bulging biceps.
“Jordan!” I squeal. “Unnh!”
He lets out a low laugh and then cups my clit with his tongue as he slides two fingers inside me. I can’t help but let out a sigh of pleasure, and the noise is music to his years.
“Moan for me, sweetheart,” he rasps, pulling his fingers in and out of my sweet slit. “I love hearing your pleasure.”
I let go some more, cupping my breasts as he fingers my tight wetness. But soon, Jordan can’t take it anymore either. He quickly stands, taking off his shorts, revealing that enormous erection. I gasp.
“Oh my god,” I manage to pant, my eyes half-lidded and wracked with pleasure. I don’t want to stop what’s about to happen, but I know it would be wrong to hide the truth from him.