Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“Everyone in this house is going to know what we’re doing.” He curses and grinds deep into me. “They’re going to know I’m balls deep in this perfect fucking pussy and I don’t give a shit about being caught.” Another series of rough strokes that have a deep and steady pressure building in my lower body. “It doesn’t matter. You feel too good to stop.” He pounds into me, hard and intense. Almost like he’s punishing me for making him want me.
I turn my head enough to say. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
His laugh contains barbed wire and razor blades. “You’re about to come all over my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan. This orgasm is different from the others. It’s coming on too strong, too intensely. It’s almost scary, and I try to slow down.
Jonas is having none of it. He uses his hold on my hips to force me to keep up the pace. To drive me right over the edge and into oblivion. I bury my face in the pillow and scream, but he doesn’t stop. He just keeps fucking me until my body clenches and I squirt all over him.
He curses and loses his rhythm, bearing me down to the bed and fucking furiously into me as he chases his own orgasm. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as he shoves deep and comes. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
I don’t have the energy to laugh. I don’t have the energy to do anything except lay here and let him wrap me up as pleasure keeps pulsing through my body. “No more.” I whimper. “I can’t take any more.”
“You’re done when I say you’re done.”
12
Despite the harsh words, Jonas buries his face in my neck and kisses the sensitive skin there. He rolls us onto our side, takes a moment to adjust my legs so he’s not crushing me, and then pulls me back against his chest. His cock is still twitching inside me. Every time it pulses, I give a little twitch of my own. I’m so over-sensitized, I’m not sure if it’s too much or if it’s just going to wind me back up again.
I’m shaking and I can’t seem to stop. “Jonas.”
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs.
Maybe I should feel caged by him right now. He’s got me tangled up tightly enough for the term to fit. I don’t, though. Instead, it’s almost like he’s made a safe cocoon between me and the rest of the world. A strange thought, but there’s no denying how safe I feel in this moment.
How safe I’ve felt from the very start of this.
It’s several long minutes before our bodies cool and my heart rate returns to something approximating normal. Jonas presses another kiss to my throat. “Think your legs will hold you?”
“You say stuff like that and then claim that I’m the one responsible for your big ego.”
He gives me a squeeze and disentangles himself from my body. I can’t quite shove down a whimper in response. I’m a little sore and a lot tired, but it’s like he’s a fever in my blood. I’m suddenly terrified that I’ll never get enough of him.
No, that’s ridiculous. Of course I’ll get enough of him. It’s just that he was right earlier when he said a single night won’t be enough. That’s all.
He climbs to his feet and then offers his hand. I kind of want to slap it away just to see what he’ll do, but I’m wobbly enough to worry that I won’t be able to stand without help. He tugs me to my feet and gives me a nudge toward the bathroom. “I’m going to change the sheets. Get the shower started.”
“You know, we’re not fucking right now. You don’t have to take the bossy tone.”
He gives me a long look. “I was under the impression that you knew who you invited into bed with you, Blake. The fantasy might be an amped up version of it, but this is me.”
I did know that. Jonas has one hell of a reputation for being unyielding, to the point where my father jokes about it all the time. I’ve seen evidence of that myself, both six years ago and with his refusal to my business offer. I lift my chin. “I’m aware of the fact that you’re a cantankerous grouch and set in your ways.”
He raises his brows. “A cantankerous grouch.”
“Tell me it’s not the truth.” I continue before he can respond. “That wasn’t my point, by the way. You can be the bossy ass all you want, but understand that I’m not going to roll over and play obedient baby girl when we’re not doing…” I wave my hand vaguely at the bed.
If anything, his brows arch higher. “Your definition of obedient is as flawed as your definition of sorry.”