Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“Eyes on me, temptress.” My eyes that were shuttering snap open. Jameson’s middle finger slowly circles my clit. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked for me.” He works me up, never dipping any lower. He’s teasing me, taunting, and even as I go to stand on the tips of my toes, attempting to move his fingers lower, he stays rock steady. There’s no denying he’s in control right now. There’s no making him do what my body craves, to chase the high I’m desperately after.
“Jameson.” My lids lower when he dips his finger further down my slit. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. There’s not another man, a toy, or myself that has this effect on my body.
“Eyes, Kody, or I’m taking my fingers away from your slick-as-fuck pussy.” His voice is commanding. I swear the man has my whole body aching. My breasts feel fuller, achier. My lace bra abrades my nipples in a delicious way. Goose bumps pepper my skin along with a coating of perspiration. “Fuck, I’m barely inside you, and your cunt is sucking at my finger like it’s dying for me. Soon, it’s going to be my cock slipping inside of your tight little body, Kody.” His blue eyes blaze with a storm of emotions, and really, it’s the only reason I’m able to keep mine locked with his. As much as he wants to watch me, I want to watch him.
Another finger slips inside. I pulse around his digits. “More.” My hands grip his hair tighter, having never let go from their purchase. Only now I wish my legs were wrapped around his thick, solid waist, clinging to him while opening me up further. Maybe then he’d sink deeper and give me what my body is begging for.
“I’m going to make you come all over my fingers, Kody, but you’ve gotta stay silent. Can you do that?” He thrusts deep, all the way inside. The palm of his hand hits my clit, and my body jerks with the movement. “Can you be quiet while you come on my fingers, your desire dripping so much that you’re coating the inside of your thighs?” Jameson slowly pulls his fingers back, dragging along the walls of my center. I clench around his digits, not wanting to lose him. Of course, he chooses that moment to flutter his pointer and middle finger back and forth while finger-fucking me.
“Jameson.” My voice echoes through the night, unable to hold the moan of his name.
“Fuck, you’re going to make the neighbors come outside, temptress.” His palm is back where it started, directly on my clit. The small swivel hits me just right as his fingers keep up with the torturous motion. “You like that, don’t you? I can feel your cunt tighten around my fingers with the thought of getting caught.” There’s no controlling the spiral I surrender to. My body is his in this moment, chasing an orgasm so intense that no matter how hard I try, my eyes are unable to stay open.
“Yes.” My voice sounds louder, even to my own ears. “Jameson, God, yes.” So much for being quiet. I’m unable to hold it in any longer. My core clenches one last time, my body softens, and if it weren’t for his mouth fusing to mine, I have no doubt that I’d wake up the whole damn neighborhood. My breathing is choppy, as if I’ve run a marathon. Jameson’s eyes are open and watching me as I slowly open mine at just the right moment.
He pulls his hands out of my leggings, the streetlights giving me ample lighting to see how wet they are. What I’m not prepared for is the way he brings them to his nose. “Fuck, you smell good. You probably taste just as good, too.” That’s when he does the absolute most. I watch as he licks my wetness away, sucking his fingers into his mouth and groaning while doing so. Never in my life have I seen something so utterly sexy as a man tasting me from his fingers.
“My turn.” I’m ready to drop to my knees. The bulge in his pants is clearly visible. He takes a step back, causing my hands to leave his hair, which is now even messier than before.
“No.” He stops my hands from attacking the button of his jeans. I freeze. He doesn’t give me a response, but I’m not an asshole. No means no, no matter if it’s a woman or a man saying it.
“Oh, okay. Well, um. I’ll see you later.” I lower my body, dipping under his arm that he managed to prop himself up with on the hood of my car.
“Kody.” I shake my head, not wanting to hear what he has to say. No woman likes to be told no. “Fuck, woman. At least text me when you get home.” I nod, refusing to give him my eyes or my words. I’m once again left with the whiplash that comes with Jameson Evans. I should have known better. Now I’ve made a mess of everything. It takes two to tango and all that jazz. I know I had an effect on him; it’s kind of hard to deny the bulge or the way he had no problem licking his fingers clean. And now, there’s another worry. A little girl who could feel the brunt of this if Jameson decides to be an even bigger jerk than he already is and won’t let me watch her anymore. That’s it. I’m done with men. I’m striking them off my list for good. The lie tumbles from my brain because I know if Jameson used his mouth or his fingers on me again. I’d forget every man who came before him or after him. My headlights illuminate his silhouette as I back out of the driveway. There’s no way I’m going to dissect this, not until I can talk to Kari at least. Damn her for being a continent or ten away. I could really use my best friend right about now.