Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“I think we should wait,” he finally says, and I can’t help but smile before pecking his lips with mine.
“You’re a bona fide romantic, aren’t you, Zak?” I challenge him.
He pouts when he stands up again, but his doing so only puts the one thing on my mind within better reach.
“We don’t have to go all the way,” I coo, feeling my heart pounding against my ribs, my hands trembling again as I try to unzip his jeans.
His cock is so hard against his denim that the zipper won’t budge, and I tug at it, making him groan in a low tone.
“No…no we don’t,” he murmurs, reasoning to himself in the third person again and swallowing hard before easing his hands over mine.
Helping me to help him out of his jeans and briefs as he slides his jeans down to his knees.
His striking erection slaps loudly against his abs until he stands straight. His thick arousal now standing at full attention. So hard it almost looks as if it’s painful.
I feel my jaw drop for the second time today, and for all the right reasons.
Zak’s jaw-droppingly handsome and hot. But that dick of his?
It’s jaw-droppingly perfect.
Huge, but perfect.
But what would I know? I’m a virgin, right?
Maybe they all look and feel as amazing as Zak’s.
But something tells me they don’t.
Zak’s hand strokes some loose wisps of my hair back, smiling down at me as I start to explore his throbbing erection, which grows even stiffer and longer the more I fondle it.
Not painful at all, as it turns out. But everything always feels better when you rub it, right?
His head lolls back, and he groans louder. Both my hands fit around his huge girth, my eyes transfixed by his swollen helm.
I can feel his throbbing pulse through the heat of his cock, matching my own pounding heartbeat.
And since we’re supposed to be discussing taking things slow, I don’t see any harm in stroking him like this.
Slow.
Just how we’re supposed to be taking it.
But like my own swift climax at the hands and tongue of Zak, it isn’t long before I feel and hear him getting close to his own.
“Jade…,” he groans, keeping a hand on my face as I find his thumb in my mouth.
Sucking it while I pump his engorged cock, feeling the warm slipperiness of his precome as his helm swells and he takes a sharp breath.
“Jade…,” he says again in a warning tone, grinding his jaw as I slurp his thick thumb. The rest of his fingers cup the side of my face and head.
“Hmmm?” I ask, trying not to giggle as I tease him, getting my own friendly revenge.
Returning Zak’s favor for showing me just how amazing it feels to have an orgasm but wanting to keep playing.
A bit like needing a bathroom break in the middle of a game but holding on til later. Only it’s way, way better than that.
“Ah, Jesus!” Zak moans. “Jade, I’m going to…It’s supposed to be inside you,” he gasps. “My seed!”
Oops.
Too late.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Zak
It’s my idea to wait.
To keep it special.
To make it special. But once she’s unzipped me, I finally feel her hands on my aching member.
Once she accepts my damned thumb in her mouth, sucking on it like she would my dick, if only it would fit in her sweet little mouth.
That’s when I know I’m done.
My ideas about ‘not wasting a drop’ and ‘filling her with our baby on our first night’ are gone.
Well, all over Jade’s sweater mostly. But damn, if I thought I stood a chance against her hands, I was kidding myself.
And once that thumb action started, it was useless to even pretend anything else was going to happen.
But like everything else Jade does, it’s perfect. And for a girl who’s never done it before? I think she’s doing just fine so far.
“Better?” she coos again, using that same sassy, half-teasing tone that I like to hear from her so much.
I pump my head, groaning, still watching my cock twitch and jerk some as she keeps stroking my rod long after I’ve finished.
She’s looking up at me, still wide-eyed and making little sounds. Totally engrossed with interest in my manhood, keeping the fire well and truly lit as she continues to explore more and more of me.
Her hands run down my legs and then up under my tee shirt.
She makes me want her again, and she gasps with true mischief in her eyes when it’s clear she can have me at full attention any time she wants, simply by touching me.
With both our clothes still kind of half on, half off, I slump down next to her and pull her close to me on the huge sofa.
My hands still running over her soft skin as we both feel our breathing staying at the hot and heavy level.