Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Jaxon,” I say his name breathlessly.
“Yeah, baby?” He kisses the side of my mouth, his hand grabbing my full C cup and squeezing it.
“Jaxon,” I say his name again.
“Love when you moan out my name,” he shares, moving his head toward my ear as he kisses it softly, his breath on my ear making me shiver. “Every single time for the last six weeks”—I try to focus on his words, but his hand is moving slowly down my chest and over my stomach to the hem of my lace panties—“with my cock in my hand.” He slides his hand in and his finger rolls over my clit. “I would close my eyes and hear you call out my name right before I came.” He slides one finger inside me, and I swear I come the second he moves his finger in and out of me. “Tell me, Ari”—the nickname makes me shiver—“how many times did you touch your pussy thinking about me?”
He pulls his finger out of me and I watch him bring it to his mouth as he sticks it between his lips and licks it clean. I sit up beside him, pushing him on his back. “Every single day,” I admit to him, his eyes going big as I move in between his legs, pulling up his shirt and kissing his stomach. “I had to buy more batteries,” I tell him. “Would fuck myself in my bed”—I move the shirt up, my tongue trailing the whole way—“thinking of you.” I move up, sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting me on him. “Tried to fuck myself as hard as you fucked me but—” I move as he sits up and I reach to the side, pulling his T-shirt over his head. He pulls me to him, taking a nipple into his mouth. My hand goes to the back of his head as he moves from one to the other as I slowly move him to his back.
I move my lips from his, down his throat and to the middle of his chest. My eyes land on the script in the middle of his chest that says “Envy is my strength.” It sits across his chest, right under two praying hands surrounded by two roses. I kiss the middle of his chest. His hand goes to my hair as I make my way down to his cock.
“Would fuck myself thinking of this.” I lower the elastic of his boxers and his cock springs free. “Taking your cock into my mouth.” I lick from the base of his cock all the way up, before sucking the head into my mouth. “Imagining you fucking my face.” I move back down his shaft before pulling his boxers off of him and tossing them to the side. I grip his cock in my hand and moan, “So thick.” My fingers don’t touch as I lick the precum off his head. “Hmm,” I moan again as I take him to the back of my throat. He moves his hand into my hair, pushing it to the side so he can watch me take his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages as I take him deep into my mouth and his hips thrust up softly. “Get your throat ready for me.” I move my hand up and down his shaft. “I want to touch the back of your throat,” he states, pushing himself even deeper than I’ve ever taken him. There is no way I can take his whole cock in my mouth. He pushes it until I gag a little. “Watching you gag on my cock is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” I look up and see his head off the pillow as he watches. “You want me to come down that throat?” he asks me and I nod. “Paint your mouth with my cum?” I nod my head even faster. “It’ll have to wait,” he says and he’s sitting up in a split second, his cock gone from my mouth. With his hands under my arms and I’m flipped to my back.
His hand moves to my panties as I hear them rip off me. “Oops, my bad,” he deadpans, the lace in his hands as he tosses them to the side and his mouth is on me. The wetness of his tongue slides into me. “Owe you a pair.” He positions himself on his knees. His cock, still wet from my mouth, is in his hand as he fists it.
“Hurry”—I move my legs back, opening myself up to him—“and fuck me.”
“Protection?” he questions and I snort.
“I’m already knocked up with your child.” He smirks. “I’ve never had sex without one.”
“Same,” he shares and I roll my eyes. “I’m not kidding with you, Ariella.” His voice is stern. “I’ve never had unprotected sex in my life.”