Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Didn’t think you would,” he mutters right before he takes my mouth with another intense and powerful kiss. I’m pretty sure this is only the beginning. We still have to take a shower together, and even though walking may come with a high price to pay, I know Locke will carry me until my legs work again.
7
Jade
“Stay there and don’t move. Gonna clean you up.” Locke, true to his word, stayed inside me until his cock slowly slid out. I hated losing him, but when he’s crouched between my spread thighs, our combined orgasm dripping out of me, and him watching it, well, it’s fucking hot, and I’m pretty sure I could come again just by watching this.
“I don’t think I could if I wanted to.” The tip of his finger grazes my clit before sinking inside my pussy.
“Gave her two orgasms, and she’s still taking my finger. Cunt is so greedy that leaving her is damn near impossible,” he murmurs more to himself than to me, or maybe he’s talking to my pussy.
“Locke, honey.” I arch into the feeling he’s delivering. Whether he realizes it or not, he’s doing the exact opposite to helping me come down from my climax.
“Again?” he asks, eyes moving from between my spread thighs to my face.
“It’s you, the way you’re looking at me, the way you take care of me, and everything in between.” I don’t go into detail about how he’s the only man who’s ever taken the time to get me there. He’s never left me unsatisfied; even when we’re lacking time, Locke makes sure I’m taken care of.
“Fuck, love that.” He blows along my heated core, lazily dragging his finger in and out. I rock my hips, and he adds a second into the mix, curling them up, and I’m lost in a haze of desire.
“Locke,” I purr.
“Play with your nipples, sugar. You’re gonna need to get there, and fast.” He wraps his hand around my thigh, fingers pressing deeper and opening me further. What he doesn’t do is stop, he doesn’t slow down, and he doesn’t take a break from watching his thick fingers rocking my world.
My eyes close, my head tips back, my toes curl, and my fingers do exactly what he wants. I pinch both of my nipples, tugging and pulling. The feeling travels down the length of my abdomen, adding with what Locke is doing with his fingers, and my climax takes hold.
“Locke,” I breathe his name on a sigh. My body shudders, my fingers tingle, and I’m pretty sure my lips are numb from biting on them throughout the morning.
“Stay where you are. Grabbing a washcloth to clean you up,” he says once I’ve come down from my high, then places a kiss on my mound, slides off the bed, and walks his naked self to the bathroom. His tattoos are colorful and plentiful, covering a good portion of his toned, muscular body, but right now, I’m focused on his broad shoulders, firm ass, and solid tree trunk legs. I turn onto my side when he enters the bathroom, losing him from sight and not liking it one bit. I’d get up and follow him anywhere, especially where I know there’s a shower, but I know my man.
This is what he wants, and if I try to do anything to persuade him otherwise, he gets all growly. And, well, that only turns me on more.
Locke walks back in still naked, and this time, I’m greeted with the front portion of his body. He’s got tattoos on both arms, his upper chest, his left side, and even his thighs. I’ve spent a lot of time tracing each and every design with the tips of my fingers and some with my tongue.
“Open for me, sugar,” he says, coming closer. His cock may not be hard, but that doesn’t make it any less beautiful. He’s definitely a shower and a grower, and the absolute best in every way.
I do as he asks, rolling to my back; my hand rests on his thigh when he settles in beside me. The warmth of the washcloth meets my center, and as he holds it there, my eyes move from his action to his face. Color rises on his cheekbones, subtle yet unmistakable. His throat works as he swallows a low groan. Whether it’s from me touching him or the nearness, it’s clearly leaving a mark on him. Every emotion he has is written all over him—desire, gratitude, and devotion. Locke is completely unguarded, and he only reveals himself like this when we’re alone.
It’s a gift among the best of gifts.
“Come on, Jade. Time to rise and shine. I’ve got work, as do you, and somewhere in between, I’m hitting the grocery store.” He looks to the ground, where our food from last night is still scattered in the boxes and on the floor. It’s been a marathon of sex, food, sleep, and more sex.