Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Then, please, get inside me. It’s been too long.” I’m not reading into anything. Don’t wanna know who she’s been with, and I’m damn sure not giving up any information about myself. That shit can stay away, far fucking away.
I move until I’m lying beside her, my mouth going to hers, kissing her as deeply as possible, feeling her hands on my pecs, nails digging in, and moving us so we’re face to face. Lyric’s eyes are closed, but mine are open, watching her every step of the way as I move my arm beneath her neck, my other slipping down the length of her body, and she shivers.
She pulls back, eyes opening, glossing over in the haze of desire. Her cheeks are red, and her lips, fuck me, they’re wet and swollen, making me want to kiss her until we’re both out of breath.
“Going to take this nice and slow, Lili.” I grasp the back her thigh and lift it over my hip, causing her to open up, and I dip my hips. The head of my cock grazes her slit, wetness coating it, but my hands are damn full right now. “Need you to guide me. Can you do that for me?”
“Holy shit, Jagger.” When she wraps her hand around my dick, it’s my eyes closing and head tipping back. I’m breathing through the need to be inside her with one deep stroke.
“You’re telling me.” She moves her hand out of the way once my cock is seated inside her.
“I’m going to need you to not stay still.” Lyric’s inner thigh muscle squeezes me.
“Gorgeous, if I do what you and I both want, you won’t be walking today, let alone tomorrow.” I slide in another few inches, holding myself there as she flexes her velvet walls along my dick.
“Why walk when you can carry me around?” she teases, a low moan leaving her lips when I sink deeper. This position will get me as deep as possible while also stimulating her G-spot. Thank you, fucking Luke, for all the shit he leaves lying around his office. Plus, this way, I can focus on her face and take her mouth, which I plan on doing as soon as she takes me completely.
“There is that, but the last thing I want is you hurt. I plan on being buried inside you as much as possible,” I pant, slowly sliding in and out in short thrusts. It’s damn hard to keep control. Lyric’s soft mewls, her hand on my shoulder, digging into my muscles, our bodies moving with one another, and I push deeper.
“I want that, too. Oh my god, I feel so full,” she whimpers once I’m planted all the way inside her.
“That’s because you are, gorgeous. I can feel your tight pussy pulsating on my dick. You’re not going to be able to hold back, are you.” She shakes her head, and I keep moving back and forth. Lyric saturates my dick, coating me as well as her. My mouth touches hers, my hand not on her ass goes to her back, pulling her closer, and sweat coats our bodies. I kiss her through every undulation of her body, every ripple of her vice-like grip on my cock, and when she starts to come, pulling me with her, I don’t stop. I’ll never fucking stop.
“Jagger, you feel so good. Oh god.” I’ve barely gotten a taste of her mouth before she pulls back to cry out.
“Fuck yeah.” I surge all the way inside in one deep and hard thrust, taking her a bit harder than I probably should, but I can’t help it. A tingle slides up my spine, and I’m coming deep inside her while her hungry cunt keeps sucking me dry.
“There’s no way we’re only doing that once.” I’ve hardly recovered, and Lyric is asking for more.
“That’ll depend on how red and swollen you are,” I reply. Our arms are wrapped around one another, both of us keeping the other close.
“Damn. Well, with any luck, I’m not.”
“Hopefully not.” Her lips press against mine, and this kiss is slow and sweet. The built-up passion is still there, but there’s something to be said for taking her mouth softly. A task I’ll be taking upon myself a heck of a lot more.
14
LYRIC
I’m an idiot. That’s what I keep saying in my head over and over again. Jagger stayed until he couldn’t anymore with having a new-to-him fur baby at his house, so he offered for me to come with him. I could either stay the night, or he’d drive me back to my house. I thought the idea was absurd. For one, I’d have followed him in my own car, then come back. He did enough yesterday. It sucked for me to turn down going to his house as it was, especially after the three orgasms he delivered. My legs were so weak they shook when I stood up to clean myself. Another task Jagger offered to do, but there are other things a woman needs to tend to, and I gave him a little bit of entertainment as I shuffled into the attached bathroom. Our combined fluid definitely slid down the insides of my thighs, but I guess that’s the price you pay for not using condoms. Jagger didn’t have any on him, we both discussed the whole being clean deal, and I’m on a new birth control to try and help with my stupid heavy periods. This month and next will be the real test to see if it helps the cramps and flow or if I’ll have to call my doctor to ask for something else yet again.