Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
His hips lift in a slow, rhythmic motion until he’s stretched me enough I’m past any discomfort, tingling with need for more and drenching him with my arousal. “I’m going to fuck you hard now, Penelope.” His promise is said with conviction so serious, I’m forced to meet his gaze. There’s a depth there unlike any I’ve ever seen. “I want to keep you sore. So you don’t forget whose pussy this is.”
“YesJakeplease.” Is now a word. And it’s all I can say as he powers into me. Fucking me without restraint. Drilling me as he sucks my nipples through my bra. Slides his hands up my sides and curls them around the back of my shoulders. Pulls me down as he thrusts up.
His cock slides over the satiny spot that is the window to all my pleasure. His moves are so quick. So deep. So savage that I have no reprieve from the constant pleasure each stroke brings. And there’s no mistaking that this pussy is, indeed, his pussy.
Within moments, a warmth spreads down my spine. Settles in my hips a moment before shooting straight to my core. I shatter around him in a release that takes my breath, stops my heart and washes away any doubt I felt earlier about letting him take me this hard, and all fear of what physical state it might leave me in.
Because the way Jake Swagger makes me come, is totally fucking worth it.
Chapter Twenty
I’ve never had an angry fuck before now.
But I like it.
I’m still against the wall. He’s still inside me. I’m sure that big rocket of his found its release, but I can’t for the life of me remember when it happened or what happened. I was too busy trying to stay away from the light during my own orgasm.
I don’t think I’ve ever been closer to Jesus.
I peel my arms from around his neck and my legs slide down his body until I’m standing on my own two feet. Though I feel like I’m floating from the sight of him studying my face as he sweeps his fingertips across my forehead. Brushes my hair behind my ear. Drags his thumb across my temple.
The moment shatters when the phone on his desk begins to ring. He doesn’t seem to notice at first. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. But then the phone in his back pocket dings with a notification and his eyes fall shut. He takes a deep breath and I do the same.
“That’s probably Uber Eats,” I whisper.
He cracks one eye open and smirks at me. “Again?”
“Yeah. I’m hungry. I ordered it from your phone. Is that okay?’
His eyes roll. “Of course.” The phone on his desk rings again. “I have to get that,” he mutters, his tone apologetic.
“Okay. I’ll go get Uber Eats.”
“Want me to have Vance bring it up?”
I shake my head. “No. I’ll go get it. I could use some air.” I grin. “Plus, if it’s that same little shit from earlier, I’m going to let him know my big bad husband is going to leave him a bad review.”
Jake’s brow furrows. The phone continues to ring, but both of us ignore it. “Husband?”
“Mmhm. The Uber driver thinks I’m your wife. He even called me Mrs. Swagger.”
He throws his head back on a laugh. When he meets my eyes, they’re sparkling with humor. “Well, Swaggers are known for their promptness. So you better get down there, wife. We have a reputation to protect.” He winks playfully. Unbeknownst to him, I’m already planning our wedding. Naming our kids. Picturing the two of us chasing them through the park where we can live without fear of them stepping in a pile of dog shit.
His lips pucker and he leans in to place a wet kiss on my mouth as he buttons his pants. He steps away and grabs the annoying fucking phone on his desk. When he answers, his voice is controlled. Tone cool and business like. It takes me a little longer to get my shit together and find my clothes.
After I’ve located all of them and am dressed, I step out of the apartment—a dreamy smile playing on my lips that still tingle from his kiss. The elevator finally arrives and I float inside and press my nose to the corner.
I hum my song and grin. I feel happy. Tingly.
Who the fuck am I kidding?
I’m so in love.
The elevator slows to a stop sooner than expected. I shrug it off, figuring the ride felt quicker than normal because I was distracted. Or perhaps because I’ve gotten used to the travel. But when I open my eyes and step out of the corner, the lighting looks different. It’s a muted yellow instead of a soft white.
And the doors aren’t opening.
And I hear the faint sound of a power grid shutting down.