Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Right here, right now,” he grits out before he pulls my shirt over my head and discards it on the kitchen floor.
He drops his gaze to my breasts before he pops open the front fastener of my bra.
He sucks in a breath. “Fucking gorgeous.” Then he drops his head and takes a nipple between his teeth, biting it harder than I expect.
I let out a sharp yelp but move to tangle my fingers in his hair as pleasure and pain collide, swirling around in my chest. I arch my back, and he groans against me, the vibrations sending shock waves through me.
He slides his free hand down my stomach before sneaking under the waistband of my jeans. His touch is flaming hot against my skin. Even through the fabric of my panties, I feel the searing heat of his fingers.
“Jason,” I gasp, clutching on to his shoulders for support as he teases me through the fabric, sending sparks of electric pleasure through me.
He pulls away from my breast with a smug grin. I can’t help a whimper at the loss.
His grin only widens at my frustration, and he presses a quick kiss to my lips before dropping to his knees.
He unbuttons and unzips my jeans and pulls them down along with my panties, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. He looks at me with an intensity that makes me shiver in anticipation. Then he leans in, wrapping his arms around my thighs to pull me closer.
He slides his lips over my abdomen, trailing a path from my navel downward. With every touch, every flick of his tongue, he sends pleasure coursing through me.
“Jason,” I gasp again.
Without giving me any warning, he delves deeper with his tongue, sliding it through the folds of my pussy. The sensation is so intense, I can’t help but cry out. My legs buckle beneath me, but he holds me up, his grip on my thighs tightening as he continues to eat me.
The pleasure builds up inside me until it becomes unbearable. “Jason,” I plead as I buck against him.
But he doesn’t let up, only quickens his pace.
And I’m spiraling…
Spiraling out of control. Ecstasy crashes over me in waves, and I cry out his name as my body convulses under the assault of pleasure.
The orgasm pulses through me like a freight train.
It goes on and on and on and on…
Jason is relentless with his tongue, and when he slides a finger into me, I shatter once more. Even harder this time.
My God, I’ve had climaxes before, but this…
This…
The waves shred me, leave me in a puddle on the kitchen floor.
And he still licks, licks, licks…
As the last tremors of my release fade away, he rises. His eyes are smoky and intense as he gazes at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“God, Angie,” he says hoarsely. “You’re incredible.”
Before I can respond, he’s kissing me again, his hands roaming my body as if he can’t get enough.
I taste myself on his tongue. A tang of musk mixed with tomato soup and wine.
Without breaking our kiss, Jason unbuttons his shirt and discards it on the floor next to mine. His chest is sculpted, a work of art adorned with a smattering of dark hair that trails down to his lower abdomen. I explore him, tracing the hills and valleys of his muscles. He shivers against my touch, a low moan escaping his lips.
He steps back, grabs a condom out of his pocket, and then unfastens his belt and pushes down his jeans and briefs in one swift motion. He stands before me, naked, his body an irresistible blend of raw masculinity and vulnerability.
And his cock…
A gorgeous masterpiece of velvet over steel.
“Jason,” I breathe. I trace the line of hair from his chest to his pubic hair. I close my eyes, feeling the rough texture under my fingertips.
I hear the rip of the condom wrapper, and then I feel him guiding me back against the kitchen counter, its cold marble surface pressing into my bare skin. His body is a warm contrast as he pulls me close to him again, claiming my lips.
We touch each other’s bodies, exploring every curve and crevice. His touch is urgent, desperate.
It mirrors my own.
He lifts me with ease and sets me onto the cold kitchen counter. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he positions himself between them.
No hesitation or second thoughts now.
This is the point of no return.
And I’m more than ready.
Chapter Eighteen
Jason
The primal need I feel for Angie is something I’ve never experienced before. It’s raw and powerful, a force of nature that sweeps me up and threatens to overwhelm me entirely. It’s terrifying yet exhilarating, a heady mix of fear and desire.
Her eyes are wide as she watches me. She’s beautiful, utterly breathtaking in her trust. The sight of her nudges at the beast inside me.