Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I cry out. Because it hurts.
But it’s also so…strangely titillating.
My thighs clench around his, chasing something I can’t quite reach. But since my legs are spread so wide, I can’t get any friction.
Jude bites, twists, and pinches my nipple, and my thighs throb with every touch, my core tightening with something primal and ancient.
“You’re shaking.” He speaks against my nipple, his eyes meeting mine. “Sex with me isn’t so disappointing after all.”
He slides his tongue down, both hands pulling at my nipples, sending jolts of wild need through me with every twist.
But I can’t stop looking at him.
At the confident and easy edge he touches me with as his tongue swipes over my belly and to my now-soaked panties.
He pulls at the hem with his teeth, sliding the fabric against my throbbing clit.
The moan that rips out of me is shaky and hoarse, as if I’ve never moaned before.
Because I haven’t, not even for show.
If the men from my past weren’t pleasing me, they knew it. Despite my people-pleasing habits, I’ll never feign an orgasm for a man. I also rarely gave head. They could fuck me, but I wouldn’t put in the effort if they weren’t going to reciprocate.
I’m not my mama in that regard.
And they hated that about me, and because of their fragile egos, they made it known that I was the bad person in all of this.
There was a running joke that I was like Sleeping Beauty, because I was like a lifeless doll in bed. I made no sound or expression.
They must’ve seen it as weird, but for me, I was just questioning my life choices, really.
However, right now, I can’t help the noises that fill the kitchen. Even when I sink my teeth into my lower lip.
Even when I try to not be affected.
Jude lowers himself and slides my panties to the side.
“There’s still some ginger ale here.” He glides his hot, wet tongue over my slit, and I slam both of my palms on the wall on either side of me as my head drops back.
“Holy shit…”
“Mmm.” He nibbles on my clit with his teeth, and I arch my back as my pussy throbs in his mouth.
Damn. Goddamn.
One gloved hand pinches my nipple as the other smacks the side of my ass cheek.
Hard.
Did he just spank me?
Yes, yes, he did, I think as I all but thrust my pelvis into his mouth, chasing, searching, needing something.
“You react well to pain. I like that.” He spanks me again and I lurch, my hands turning clammy against the wall.
“Your cunt is soaking my mouth. Interesting.” He licks my clit, then bites again, and this time, I’m thrashing, wanting…
No, needing more.
“Looks like you can be a very good fucking girl, sweetheart.”
My insides clench, a hot wave rushing over me at what he called me.
A good fucking girl and sweetheart?
From Jude?
This must be a dream.
But the way he touches me doesn’t feel like a figment of my imagination. He devours me thoroughly, even more enthusiastically than he did my mouth.
I’ve never met a man who was so…passionate about eating pussy, let alone who did it so fucking well.
I’m shamelessly shoving my core in his face, grinding against his mouth, but he grabs both my legs and lifts his mouth from my pussy. “No. That’s not how it works.”
My lips press together, suppressing a sound of protest, and he goes back to eating me out, thrusting into my opening with his tongue.
This time, I can’t urge him to do it faster or harder when he’s holding my legs wide apart so that only his tongue and lips offer me any form of friction.
Just when I think I’ll die, he pulls me so hard against his tongue, I throw my head back and scream.
I actually scream as the pleasure rips through my bones, riding his face, mumbling something unintelligible as I come the hardest I ever have.
Not even my little vibrator has given me this, let alone a man.
As I stare down at his dark eyes, I realize with horror that I just came on my stalker’s tongue.
The man who wants to kill me gave me pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
Jude licks his lips, making me observe my own arousal glistening on his mouth, as he says, “You only had disappointing sex before me, sweetheart.”
13
JUDE
Islam into Hunter with enough force that it topples both of us on the ice.
He groans like a bitch as I squash him beneath me, and whisper, “Target Armstrong’s legs again and I’ll make sure your hockey days are fucking over.”
Before I can do more damage, my team members pull me off him.
A chaos of wild, loud cheering from the superfans ensues as I get sent to the box. Again.
I absorb it all, feeling each call of my name, every scream. They rush through my veins with intoxicating adrenaline. Like a damn drug. And even though the arena isn’t as loud as during the season, many superfans attend any and all of our informal practices.