Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Emotions welled inside of me. I was really doing it. Having sex, and it was nothing like the get-it-over-with experience I’d imagined my first time would be. It was raw, and beautiful, and exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
Jagger kept gliding in and out, each thrust in going deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. His arms shook as he buried himself to the hilt. “You good?”
I smiled and cupped his cheek. “I’m better than good. You don’t have to be so gentle.”
But Jagger continued at an unhurried pace. I wanted him to lose control, to feel the same thing that was happening to my body.
“Harder,” I whimpered. “Please.”
When he didn’t listen, I grew desperate.
I nipped at his chin. “I’ll beg if you want. Please, Jagger.”
He mumbled a string of curses, but finally relented. Gentle thrusts grew rougher, and easing in and out became rooting deeply into my body. The one thing that didn’t change, though, was the way Jagger looked at me. He stared into my eyes like he was able to really see me, and more importantly, he made me feel like I had nothing to hide. The moment was so intimate, like we were the only two people on Earth. Everything else faded into the distance as our bodies climbed in unison.
“Oh God!” I gasped, startling when I realized I was actually going to orgasm again. Today was exceeding all my expectations, and then some. I dug my nails into his back. “Jagger…”
He reached down and grabbed my thigh, guiding it to bend at the knee. Then he pushed up and angled himself so that when our bodies met, he also pressed against my clit. The friction sent me flying over the edge, and a toe-curling orgasm ripped through me.
“Jagger!” I moaned.
His response was to smash his lips against mine and kiss me through every pulsating muscle contraction. After, I looked up with hooded eyes, and Jagger quickened his pace, working toward his own release. It hit with such a roar that I thought he might’ve scared the fish in the ocean outside.
I obviously didn’t have experience with the actual act of sexual intercourse, but Brendan had always collapsed after a blow job, his dick wilting to half-mast or fully flaccid before he would inevitably roll over and fall asleep. But Jagger kept kissing me for a long time, gliding in and out, even after his second orgasm with little downtime in between.
I flashed a goofy smile when our eyes met. “We did it, and you’re still hard.”
His lip twitched. “We did, and that’s your fault. I’ve been semi-erect since I first laid eyes on you on that damn app. I had to stop watching you on the security feed because I kept having to jerk myself off in the private bathroom in my office.”
I grinned. “Really?”
Jagger pressed his lips to mine firmly before getting up to dispose of the condom. “That’s not a good thing. Especially the time I had a meeting with your stepfather right after.”
I was still laughing when Jagger returned from the bathroom. He came back with a warm facecloth and pressed it gently between my legs. “Sore?”
I was, but not too bad. And I didn’t want to admit it in case he might be up for a hat trick at some point. So I shrugged. “Just a little.”
The adrenaline crash started to hit, and I yawned. I expected Jagger to distance himself now that the actual act was over. But he surprised me and slipped back into bed. He laid on his back and lifted me so my head rested on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat while he stroked my hair.
“Are you always able to do that?” I asked.
“What?”
“Give a woman two orgasms in as many hours?”
His hand stopped moving. “I’m not touching that question with a ten-foot pole, sweetheart.”
I smiled and turned my head, propping it up on a fist on his chest. “I guess that was a you’re-damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don’t type of question.”
He ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “How about this? What happened between us isn’t the norm. It was special.”
“Maybe you like it slow and sweet more than you thought?” I said.
Jagger cupped my cheek. I was expecting him to say something romantic, but instead, he used the hand on my face to turn my head and position it back on his chest. “Don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER 20
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Jagger
10 ½ years ago
“Call.” Anderson tossed his cards on the table face up and grinned, reaching for the pile of chips in the middle. “Read ’em and weep, ladies.”
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” I put up a hand, moving my finger back and forth. “Not so fast, Corporal.”
My buddy, Sergeant Nelson, leaned back in his chair and snickered. “Do you think we invited a corporal to play cards with us so you can take our money?”