Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Yeah?” I slowly pull the shirt off my shoulders and drop it on the floor. “Admit it.”
Her eyes burn over my abs and chest before they find mine. “Admit what?”
I unfasten the belt and pull it free from the loops. Unbuttoning the pants, I pull the zip down, then say, “I’m better than Channing Tatum.”
A burst of laughter explodes over her lips, and then she fucking shakes her head, her eyes alight with the spark I’m addicted to.
I push the pants down, and only standing in my boxers, her laughter fizzles away. Her lips part, and her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip before drawing it between her teeth.
The desire on her face has me hardening, and walking to the bed, I crawl onto it. Looking down at her, I drop my voice low. “Admit it.”
She lies back on the bed and wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re better than Channing.”
I press a kiss to her mouth, then demand, “And Clark Kent.”
A burst of air fans over my face as she laughs. “Now, you’re pushing your luck.”
I lie down on my side, and facing her, I pull her one hand from behind my neck and bring it to my chest. I press her palm to my skin and move it down to my abs.
“Crap,” she breathes. “Yeah, you’re definitely better than Clark Kent.”
I chuckle, and pride fucking swells in my chest because Mila’s so affected by me.
It’s not the only thing that’s swelling.
“I want to strip you naked so fucking badly,” I admit. My mouth feathers a kiss over hers before I brush my lips down to her throat. Sucking on her skin, I let out a moan filled with need.
“Okay,” she whispers, and it has my head snapping up.
My eyes dart over her face to make sure she’s not uncomfortable, then I grin, “Oh yeah? You wanna get naked with me?”
Her hand on my abs drops to the band of my boxers as she nods, and that’s all it takes for me to devour her mouth.
MILA
My fingers explore the hot as hell V that curves down from Jase’s hips and disappears into his boxers.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, lashing at mine with hard strokes. It makes my abdomen tighten, and my stomach explodes into a million stars, all burning for him.
Jase begins to pull at my shirt, and I help him get it over my head. He unsnaps my bra, and then he crawls over me, his hands dropping to my sweatpants. He grips the fabric and my panties and then slowly draws them down my legs.
His eyes drift over my body, and watching the desire grow on his face gives me the courage to climb to my knees.
“Lie down.” Jase’s eyes fly to mine, but he does as I ask.
Taking hold of his boxers, I pull them down, and only when I discard the fabric on the floor do I allow myself to look at him.
This man is so… stunning. Every inch of Jase is perfect.
I straddle his thighs, and leaning down, I press a kiss to his right nipple. My mouth explores every hard plane, and my tongue joins as I reach his hips, following the curve of them down to his cock.
Jase’s muscles tighten, and he reaches for my hair, moving it to the side. “You’re killing me.”
I glance up at him before I bring my gaze down to his cock, and then I wrap my fingers around his length. I revel in the feel of muscle and skin.
“Fucking wrecking me,” he groans.
I begin to stroke his length, and when his hands grab the covers, I tighten my hold around him. My eyes go back to his face, and the heated look etched on his features has me increasing my pace.
Having Jase at my mercy is a powerful feeling.
“Fuck, babe,” he grinds out, and his hips begin to thrust into my hand. “Christ, harder.”
I tighten my grip on him as hard as I can, and wanting him to orgasm so badly, I lower my head and suck him into my mouth.
“Fucking…” he gasps as his hips lift off the bed, every muscle in his body unyielding and tense.
Jase jerks against me, and then I taste him on the back of my tongue. Not knowing what else to do, I swallow as fast as I can. He slumps back against the bed, gasping for air.
I press a kiss to his abs and then stare down at him, feeling proud of my first hand and blow job combo.
A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “You swallowed me?”
I nod, admitting, “I didn’t know what else to do.”
Jase darts up and pushes me onto my back, and then his tongue dives into my mouth, and he licks me as if he’s trying to taste himself.
Holy shit.