Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
My eyelids flutter open, and I see the taut concentration in his features as he pleasures me. The flush on his cheeks. The restless shift of the hips he’s grinding into the mattress.
I bunch his hair between my fingers and tug his head up. “Get on your back.”
“Not done with you,” he mumbles.
“Trust me.”
His eyes gleam as he shifts onto his side. Then he grins and rolls over, propping his hands behind his head and awaiting my next move.
The ache between my legs is unbearable, making it difficult to move. I order my shaky limbs to cooperate and climb onto his muscular body, twisting around so that my butt is wiggling in his face and his massive erection is at eye level with me.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Yeah, babe, that’s what I like to see.”
Two big hands cup my ass and pull me down onto his face. When his tongue glides over me, I almost come on the spot.
Taking a breath, I grasp his cock in one hand and lower my mouth to its engorged head. I give a tiny lick, then breathe out, “Better?”
His response is a hungry growl punctuated by the brush of his tongue on my clit.
I wrap my lips around him and suck gently, the salty flavor of him tickling my tongue and heating my blood. He tastes delicious. He’s thick and hard and throbbing in my mouth, and it’s the hottest thing in the whole damn world.
I don’t know how long we lie in this position, torturing each other with greedy licks and deep sucks, but just as the first tingles of orgasm warm the base of my spine, Blake abruptly yanks me off him and flips me over.
“Cheezus!” he spits out. “If I don’t fuck you right now, I’m gonna die, Jessie.”
I laugh hard enough to shake the mattress, but the poor man doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer. Too busy stroking his cock as he sheathes himself. Too busy guiding that huge dick to my entrance and falling forward onto one elbow.
The penetration is swift. One second I’m achingly empty, and the next I’m deliciously full. Blake moans against my neck and drives his hips forward. Then he retreats, a slow, torturous withdrawal until only his tip is inside me, an unbearable tease. My inner muscles clamp tight, trying to draw him in again, but he stays in that position for a moment, his gaze locking with mine.
“This is nice,” he says solemnly.
I swallow. “Would be nicer if you moved.”
“In a minute.” He brings his hand to my face and strokes it gently. “I’m enjoying this. Your cheeks are bright red. So are your tits.” He ducks his head and kisses one breast. “You’re so hot when you’re turned on.”
I grasp his ass and dig my fingers into the taut flesh, trying to push him deeper inside, but his body is unyielding. The Great Wall of Blake ain’t moving until he says so.
“Will you say my name when you come?” Warm, wet lips skate up my throat before hovering inches from my mouth. “Shout it if you can. It’ll make me crazy.”
Another laugh pops out. “Dude. I can’t control what I say during orgasm. It’s mostly gibberish.”
He kisses me, his tongue toying with mine until we’re both breathless. “You’ll say my name,” he murmurs, and I don’t know if that’s another question or him just stating a fact, but either way, I don’t have the mental capacity to decode it because he’s moving again.
God, he’s moving. Slow, deep strokes. So fucking slow. Unbearably slow.
“Damn it, Blake, fuck me,” I beg.
“Mmm” is all he says, and the lazy tempo continues.
My body screams for relief. Every square inch of skin is tight and prickly, and the pressure between my legs is one hard thrust away from detonating. But Blake is determined to torture me. His hips move at a snail’s pace, his expression not unlike the way he looks on the ice—sharp focus and a predatory gleam.
“You close?” His voice holds a taunting note, his lips curved in a slight smirk.
“You know I am,” I say desperately. I buck my hips, but that just makes him stop moving. Frustration streaks through me. “Please.”
“Please what?” He teases my nipple with rough fingertips.
“Please let me come.”
“Please let me come what?”
Confusion rises for a moment until I realize what he wants. “Please, Blake. Please let me come, Blake.”
A huge grin stretches across his face. “Okey-dokey.”
And then he thrusts into me so fast and deep that my lungs seize up. The punishing stroke rips the orgasm out of me. I gasp for air as a burst of ecstasy rocks into me like a shock wave. I hear things. I think it’s my voice. I think…yup, I’m moaning Blake’s name, over and over again. And I think he might be chuckling as he fucks me into oblivion.