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 are the absolute best, Jameson. Thank you.” We pull back from our kiss, and both of our breathing is choppy. Fuck dinner. I’m going to find the nearest alley and bend her over while I tunnel my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Maybe this time will be the one to get her pregnant. Then she’ll be tied to me forever.
“Nah, babe. It’s all you. No thanks needed. Now, the choice is yours. Sit down at a restaurant and have dinner or pick something up to go and head home?”
“Home. We have the night to ourselves, and I don’t want to share you with anyone else. We’ve gotten more than enough looks while walking around.” She picked up on the looks; I figured it’d happen.
“Thank fuck. And, Kody, it’s not every day the town of Lane County sees me walking with someone who isn’t Josephine. It’s twice they’ve seen us together, not to mention the day at the park. People talk, they look, but none of them matter. It’s you, me, and Josephine, yeah?”
“I like that, a lot.” Her hand goes to my chest, right on top of my heart. I place mine on hers a beat. Then I thread our fingers together, press a kiss to her knuckles, and get us the hell out of here.
27
KODY
“I have to get up Jameson. We’re going to be late.” His head is currently buried between my spread thighs, the back of them hanging over his shoulders. He’s not letting up, and it’s partially my fault. I tried getting out of bed earlier this morning. I no sooner slightly lifted the sheet to move when his arm banded around my waist. Jameson hovering above me, bed head, and slightly awake, was a sinful sight.
“Not until you come on my tongue.” He lifts his head, lips, chin, and cheeks coated with my wetness. Jameson Evans is a fucking workhorse in the bedroom. Case in point last night, we picked up dinner—pizza, salad, and dessert—which we ate on the couch, that turned into sex on the coffee table, then we moved to the shower. I was on my knees, his hand holding my hair in a ponytail. Apparently, it was one of his fantasies, and he replayed it verbatim until he was close to coming then stopped because he was hell bent on his come only going inside my pussy. The man is obsessed with knocking me up, and I can’t say that I’m upset with the notion. He dried us off quickly, his cock hard as steel, standing up against his stomach. My pussy was throbbing with the need to get off. Only he had other plans, which consisted of eating our dessert off my body and him feeding it to me slowly. Neither of us lasted long before I was flat on my back in the same position I’m in now, only his cock was sliding inside of my pussy instead of his tongue. A change of sheets, another shower, and we were finally going to sleep. Except for me, it was more of a cat nap. My brain wouldn’t shut down, and I stayed as still as possible until the first peeks of light filtered through the window. Jameson needed the sleep, and I wasn’t about to stay in bed, tossing and turning, keeping him from getting a couple of more hours.
“Jameson, Jesus. I can’t be late to my own event.” The scruff of his cheeks presses against the inside of my thighs, ensuring I’ll have beard burn there to match the ones on my breasts from last night.
“You’ve got an hour before you even need to think about getting ready. Clearly, I’m not doing a good enough job of eating my woman for breakfast if she’s worried about work.” I let out a small laugh. Jameson chooses that moment to wrap his lips around my clit, pushing two fingers inside my center, and his thumb, well, he’s pressing on my back entrance, making me wiggle, unused to anyone playing with what people call a forbidden area. The joke’s on them. With Jameson, it does nothing but make the experience ten times better.
“Jameson.” My hands leave the sheets they were fisting, one going to his hair when he rasps his teeth along my clit. I arch my body, begging for more. He has a trifecta going on—clit, pussy, and ass. The only thing missing is his hands on my breasts, which is where my other hand is heading now. He’s not rushing this; he’s taking his time and building me up as slowly as possible. Too bad I’ve got another plan, one that includes getting him off. My hand not currently tangled in his hair moves to my breast, cupping it, my thumb and pointer finger pinching and pulling on the distended tip.