Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Give in.
I lie as still as I possibly can as a form of resistance, trying to ignore the throbbing in my core and the way he casually trails kisses all over my face and down my jawline to my neck. I try desperately to pretend the goosebumps forming along every inch of my skin isn’t from the way his tongue slowly traces the outline of my lips.
I release an involuntarily moan.
No, I can’t possibly give in to him.
I grip his shoulders which is when I realize he’s no longer pinning my arms above my head. But instead of pushing him away, I cling to him.
My shame is now complete.
I don’t know how it happened but the next thing I know, my t-shirt is over my head and on the floor followed by my jeans. Jackson wastes no time unclasping my bra with the expertise of one who could do this with their eyes closed.
He latches on to one of my nipples that seems to awaken in his mouth and again I moan and whimper. It’s been so long since I’ve felt such intense desire. It’s not like I’m some untouched virgin who has never been in the presence of a man.
There was a time in fact where I had what I called my ‘ho’ phase sometime in grad school when I wanted to experiment and explore my sexuality. Some of my partners were good and some were downright awful while others I really enjoyed but if I’m being completely honest with myself nothing sparked that same feeling I had from that night and for so long I carried that self-loathing within me.
But now, that spark was back. Hotter than ever. And I hated that Jackson Champion of all people was the one to ignite it. What is wrong with me? Why him of all people.
I don’t have time to dwell on these thoughts because he grabs a fistful of my panties and tears them away. He doesn’t give me a chance to contemplate the damage to my intimate wear because he eases his hand between my thighs and pinches my clit. He rubs my already swollen bud between his thumb and forefinger and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“You have no idea how much I’ve thought of this throughout the years. You like this beneath me,” he groans as he takes my unattended breast in his mouth.
While he nibbles and suckles on my steadily hardening nipple, he continues to squeeze my clit, stoking the fire within me until it’s unbearably hot.
I can no longer remain and inactive participant as my body overrides any common objection my brain has about this situation. Perhaps this is the stress relief I need to temporarily forget the stressors in my life. All I want in this moment is to let go and ride the wave of the wonderous sensations flowing through my body.
I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him against my chest. This seems to egg him on. He suckles grow more aggressive and he releases my clit to slip too fingers inside of me.
He lifts his head and groans. “Fuck you’re wet. Is all this for me? Do you want to tell me you don’t want me again.”
I briefly meet his gaze but turn my head away, refusing to acknowledge the triumph in his eyes. But he doesn’t need a verbal response because my traitorous body has given him all the answers he needs.
He chuckles. “That’s right, even now you’re trembling. You like the way my fingers feel inside your cunt. Your walls are so tight around them, I know they would squeeze the fuck out of my dick.”
I keep my eyes averted and clamp down on my bottom lips with my teeth too keep any foolish words from tumbling out. I hate him so much but as I make this affirmation in my mind a way of pure electricity shoots from my pussy and spread along every nerve inside of me.
My thighs tremble and I realize how close I am to exploding allowing him his final victory.
In one last attempt at self-preservation, I attempt to roll from under him but he places his forearm against my chest and holds me down while his fingers slide in and out of me like the well-oiled parts of a moving machine.
I buck my hips to unseat him but he’s stronger and what’s worse, he hits a spot inside of me that sends me spiraling over the edge of a cliff I’d been hanging on for dear life.
This orgasm is so unexpected, and I’m left speechless. I’m taken back to that time twelve years ago and I can just scream in frustration that Jackson is the cause.
Seeming to read my mind, he chuckles again. Mocking me. I want nothing else than to smack the smirk that I know is on his face but I refuse to look him at the eye.