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)
“You look so beautiful, sweetheart.” His chest covers my back again as he pulls my hair from my face and grabs my jaw. “It’s not the dress, it’s the confidence that comes with the dress. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I stutter, my vision becoming blurry as I try to lift my face.
There’s this undeniable urge flooding inside me—the need to kiss him. However, his grip doesn’t allow me any movement and I can only feel as he told me that.
Jumbled emotions I never wanted, let alone asked for, fill me up as fast as his hard cock.
“I’m proud of the way you played tonight, too,” I murmur. “You looked so cool, Jude.”
“Don’t flirt.”
“I thought we were already past the flirting stage.” I chuckle, but it ends on a moan because he’s hitting that spot inside me, and I can barely see him through my hazy vision.
“God damn it, fuck.” He grunts, his grip loosening around my jaw, and then my lips meet his.
I don’t know if his mouth fell to mine or I reached for his or we just met somewhere in between, but he’s kissing me senseless.
Like he can’t get enough of me.
Jude has been fucking me every day, multiple times a day, religiously, and he still feels like he can’t get enough of me.
Like he can’t touch me deep enough or fuck me hard enough.
And I fall for it every time.
So the moment he kisses me while pounding that spot inside me, I’m coming.
The orgasm is long and paralyzing, but I still try to kiss him back, still try to have as much of him as possible.
Because maybe I can’t get enough either.
“You’re milking my cock, sweetheart,” he growls against my mouth as warm liquid fills my insides, drips down my thighs, and makes a complete mess.
“Take my cum.” He grunts, his lips touching mine. “Mmm. Such a good girl.”
My pussy throbs and I’m close to coming again just from his praise.
Who would’ve thought I’d be so feral for praise from Jude, of all people?
I’m dizzy, and my hands grow lax on the handlebars. I don’t think about how I just had one of the best sexual encounters of my life in a public place or that anyone could’ve seen us.
Jude wipes me with a tissue and puts me together again, smoothing my clothes, wiping my face, and even taming my hair into submission like he always does after sex.
I sway in his arms, still in awe of how a massive grumpy man like him can be so gentle after sex. I thought men didn’t care once they blew their load, but apparently, they do. Or Jude does, at least, because he’s never walked away from me after he’s done.
Never.
As I stare into his dark eyes, my lips part. It’s like I’m being sucked into an orbit I can’t escape.
Because I believe what I thought when he was fucking my brains out is true.
The reason I enjoy sex with Jude so much isn’t only because of the little fantasies or that he truly knows how to fuck me.
It’s because my feelings for him are entirely different from the feelings I’ve had for any other man.
I think I’m falling for my stalker.
30
JUDE
“If you hurt Vi, I’m going to fight you.”
I raise a brow at Dahlia. Her hand shakes a bit as she hikes it on her hip, but she still doesn’t break eye contact.
She has balls—I’ll give her that. She wouldn’t have caught Kane’s attention if she didn’t.
But she’ll accidentally get herself killed if she doesn’t watch it. The only reason I never officially put her on my shit list is because Violet considers this girl her only family.
“Am I supposed to be scared now?” I ask.
“Yeah, because—”
“She has me.” Kane wraps an arm around her shoulders, pressing her to his side.
She grins, lifting her chin. “Yeah, him. He can definitely fight on my behalf.”
“What is this? The Middle Ages?” I hold his gaze. “Besides, you have way too much trust in someone who wouldn’t beat me in a lifetime.”
“Want to bet?” Kane squares his shoulders, preening like a fucking peacock in front of his girlfriend.
It’s foolishly working, because Dahlia won’t stop smiling, seeming completely taken with his ‘protective ways.’
Honestly, Dahlia isn’t that bad—she’s loyal and protective, and she was the one who fought for Violet when I wasn’t around.
My gaze strays to Violet, who’s putting the dishes on the table in her apartment with Preston’s help. Or more like—he’s eating from all the plates like a fucking rat, but Violet isn’t angry or disapproving, for that matter. If anything, she just smiles at him and shakes her head.
I don’t think she even smiles at me that freely. And if she does, it’s few and far between.
Unlike Dahlia, who’s currently sucking Kane’s face, Violet isn’t comfortable with PDA, and if I force her into it, she just retreats into her shell, so I stopped doing it.