Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
He presses forward, filling me completely, then gathers me closer, our skin brushing together. My nipples grazing his chest. His cock stretching me open. He withdraws, then slowly thrusts back inside, working up to a steady rhythm.
Flames lick beneath my skin, spreading through my body in waves. I arch and move against him, lifting my legs higher, hooking my feet at his back, drawing him closer.
“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “You want me in deep, don’t you?”
“Yes, God. You already are. But I can’t get enough.”
He growls and grinds into me harder. I don’t know if it’s the determination in his eyes or the angle and spot he’s hitting, but a harsh wave, frightening in its intensity, spreads over my body. “Oh my God,” I choke, clutching his shoulders. “Jensen.”
“That’s right,” he rasps. “Don’t you ever forget who makes you come this hard.”
I couldn’t if I wanted to. I can’t force my voice to form any words. Just moans, whimpers, and breathy cries. The pounding of my heart drowns out all other sounds.
“Yes.” Jigsaw’s pleased groans fill my ears as he lowers my legs and covers my body with his. He drives into me with slower, deeper thrusts. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Your face so pretty while you’re coming on my cock for me.”
His lips graze my neck, and he sucks. The way he treats me is almost like this is real. Not a lesson. He captures my lips and brushes his tongue against mine, groaning with pleasure into my mouth as he finishes.
“Little lady death,” he whispers through panting breaths, brushing kisses against my forehead, cheeks, and mouth. “I’m so glad you bought that bigger box.”
I slide my hands over his back, touching rougher, bumpier skin than the smoothness of his glorious legs and stomach. His body freezes. I stroke my hands along his sides instead and he shakes with silent laughter.
“That tickles, you little devil.” He leans down and scrapes his teeth over my nipple.
“Give me a second.” He kisses my cheek again, then pulls away, our sweaty limbs sliding against each other. “I’ll be right back.”
I sit up and kiss his shoulder. “Thank you.”
He slips out of the bedroom, and I melt into the mattress in a boneless, sweaty pile of satisfied flesh.
Based on my previous relationships, I assumed sex was something I wasn’t built to understand or enjoy. It had been gross, uncomfortable, and left me feeling bottled up and sad, not euphoric and satisfied.
My body’s still tingling. Little electrical zaps running up and down my legs. Sweat mists my skin and I’m not even self-conscious about being completely nude with the lights on. Jigsaw seems to love everything about my body. Never stops praising and touching me everywhere. Even my rounded tummy that never seems to go away, no matter how many calories I restrict or times I run up and down the stairs. Daniel had always been disgusted by my stomach and every other jiggly part of my body. He preferred me to leave on a T-shirt when we had sex. Slowly, Jigsaw’s burning away all of those bad memories and replacing them with good ones I’ll remember forever.
The door opens and clicks shut. I lift one eyelid.
Jigsaw stops at the side of the bed, naked and absolutely stunning. There’s something I never appreciated in bed before, how exquisite a man’s body can be.
“Look at you,” he rasps, an appreciative gleam shining in his eyes. He stands by the edge of the bed and absently rubs his hand over his collarbone, staring at me like I’m a buffet and he can’t decide what he wants to feast on first.
He dives into the bed, sliding his arms under my body and pulling me closer. “How do you feel?”
“Electric,” I whisper, stroking my fingers over his chest. “I like your tattoos.”
“Thank you.” He kisses my forehead. His hand strays to my breasts, cupping one and gently rubbing his thumb over the tip.
My back arches into his touch.
“Your breasts are beautiful.” He dips down to suck my nipple into his mouth. A thousand arrows of pleasure shoot straight to my center. How does he do that?
I gasp and spear my fingers through his hair.
He releases my nipple and rolls me onto my back, aiming for my other breast.
I was too anxious to ever ask before, but now I’m loose and lust-drunk. “They’re not too…big or jiggly?”
He frowns in confusion and stares at me like I asked to chew on his penis like a piece of bubblegum. “What?”
I tilt my head, angling my chin toward my chest.
“There’s no such thing as too big.” He cups my breasts with both hands. “Fit my hands perfectly.”
Even in his firm grip, they wobble. “But—”
He lightly pinches my nipples. “They’re not basketballs, they’re supposed to jiggle.” A wicked gleam enters his eyes. “Do I need to gag you?”