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)
“You’re mine. Figured you’d realize that when I fucked my cum into you without wearing a condom, and I know you’re not on the pill. So, unless you have an implant I’m not aware of, that’s how much mine you are.” His eyes are glued to me. I knew we weren’t being smart or safe when we were having sex without protection, and in the back of my mind, I know I should have said something. The truth of the matter is, I didn’t want to. “I want you, today, tomorrow, forever, Kody. Josephine thinks the sun rises and sets with you. What you do for both of us, it’s more than I ever knew we needed.” My forehead drops to his chest. His hand drifts through my hair. It’s going to be a knotted, tangled mess yet totally and completely worth it.
“Jesus, Jameson. I was not prepared for you, not at all.” My head comes off his chest, his hand not in my hair cups my cheek, thumb sliding along my skin. His gaze looking at any part of me has my body blazing like an inferno. He must feel and see what he’s doing to me. His thumb slides to my lips, rubbing along the seam. My mouth opens, sucking his thumb inside.
“You good?” he asks, a deep rasp to his tone. My thighs clench. It doesn’t matter that I just came less than fifteen minutes ago; I’m more than ready when it comes to Jameson. I nod my response. “Good. I’m gonna take that mouth now. Lie on your back, head hanging over the mattress. While you’re sucking my cock, I’m going to play with these tits.” His thumb leaves my mouth, dragging it down my body in a trail of wetness until he’s circling my nipple.
“Jameson.” I close my eyes. My flesh comes alive, and he’s making it hard to do what he asks when he’s playing with my body.
“Fuck, you make it hard to think straight when you say my name like that.” He pulls his hand away from my breast. I spur myself into action, not wanting to lose any part of him. I salivate thinking about having his cock in my mouth, not caring that I’ll be tasting the two of us together.
I crawl to the edge of the bed. He watches while he stands, and then I lie on my back. “Help me?” I ask, using my feet to scoot back. Jameson’s hand is wrapped around his thick cock. Jesus, I’m not sure how I’ll fit the full length of him in my mouth, let alone swallow him.
“Fuck, yeah.” His hands move to my hips, leaning over and pulling me closer until his cock is within reach. My mouth opens before he’s able to stand back up to his full height, and I’ve got my lips wrapped around the mushroom-shaped head of his cock.
I moan around him, tilting my head back farther, and take as much as I can. My hand moves to his balls, cupping them. I’ll slowly work them in the palm of my hand soon enough. Right now, I’m only holding them, so I don’t suffocate. Jameson isn’t like other men who have length but not balls, or balls and not length. He has the trifecta—length, girth, and balls. God definitely chose favorites when they created him.
“Just like that, Kody.” I settle in, adjusting to my position and trying to take more of his length with each small movement of his hips. One moment his hands are on my hips, holding me steady, the next I feel the tips of his fingers sliding along my pelvic bone and skating downwards. I swallow around his dick when I feel two of his fingers glide along my slit, forming a V, conveniently staying away from my clit. That’s okay. Two can play this game. I relax my throat, push my head back another inch, and take his cock deeper. Apparently, he likes what I’m doing. His other hand grabs the back of my neck, holding me steady, and his thumb, well, I was not prepared for him to sweep it along the vulnerable spot of my throat. He doesn’t press down on it or make it to where I can’t breathe. He sweeps it up and down, letting me feel his presence there with each movement.
I utter a moan. Jameson rocks his hip backward and forward, sliding deeper inside. That’s not what has me on the edge, no, his fingers are doing that. One digit dips inside me, gathering my wetness before he pulls it away. He’s teasing me; there is no other way to describe it. The only way I know how to taunt him back is to roll his balls in the palm of my hand. Two can play this untold game, one where we’re both trying to one-up the other, to see who can hold out the longest, and who will come the fastest. I already know I’m going to be on the losing side of this game, except am I really losing if Jameson succeeds in making me come by only playing with my clit? His thick expert fingers are moving in circles along my clit for a few strokes before they glide back inside me, working me up into a fevered pitch. With each forward thrust of his hips, he plunges two fingers inside my wet depths. When he pulls back from my mouth, that’s when he goes to my clit. Jameson Evans is playing my body like a cat would with a mouse.