Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
After my shower, I dress in Jace’s favorite shorts, which happen to be the tiniest as well, and a tank top. I laugh softly at my shamelessness. The doorbell rings and my heart skips a beat. He’s here.
I grab a hair band and tie my hair into a ponytail as I hurry to the front door. I press the buzzer to let him in, then open the front door. I can’t keep a smile from my face when the elevator comes to a stop and Jace steps out.
Jace frowns at me. “You could have let a stranger in.”
My grin grows wider as I step out and throw my arms around him. His hands go around my waist and I jump and wrap my legs around him. A laugh bursts out of him.
“I love you.” I bury my head in his neck, inhaling his masculine scent.
“You remembered,” Jace says, his voice thick with emotion. He moves with me until we’re inside the apartment.
I kick the door shut with my right leg. Jace carefully drops his bag to the floor and sits down with me still glued to him. He draws back and stares at me.
“Tell me again,” he says.
This will kill me when we’re no longer together but hopefully, it will be something for Jace to hold on to and know that I really did love him.
“I love you, Jace Anderson.”
“Fuck, Olivia. You have no idea how that makes me feel,” he says then kisses me so savagely and so sweetly, it turns my body into a puddle of mush.
His hands roam all over my body, pressing, squeezing, and kneading, before slipping under my t-shirt. They cup my breasts and his thumbs rub against both of my nipples. I caress Jace’s back, then move my hands to his head, threading them through his hair. I move from a five in terms of arousal to a thousand in a matter of seconds.
“Jace.” His name is a moan in my mouth.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Jace says, burying his head under my tank top. He grasps my breasts tightly together, then licks and sucks a nipple before moving to the other. He does this until I can’t take it anymore.
“I want you,” I say, answering his question minutes later.
Jace emerges from under my top and kisses me deeply before he stands up and carries me to the bedroom. He gently lowers me to the floor and proceeds to undress me, which is easy considering that I’m not wearing any underclothes.
“I like you like this,” he says in a gruff voice. “Ready for me.”
He tosses my top to the floor and stares hungrily at my naked body. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and kicks off his pants and boxer briefs, then he points at the bed. “Get on the bed. I want to taste you.”
My thighs tremble at the promise in his words. I get on the bed and lie down spreadeagled. No point in pretending not to want his mouth on me as badly as I do.
Jace folds my legs back and lies down between them. He blows hot air into my folds before descending and tantalizing me with his tongue and fingers. How will I ever find someone else like Jace? The most selfless lover I’ve ever been with. The one who turns my insides to fire.
When I orgasm, my cries of pleasure are intermingled with real tears of sadness. I hate that I got into a relationship with him while pretending to be someone else. He will never believe that my feelings for him were genuine.
We change positions and I get on top of him.
“Ride me, sweetheart,” Jace says, his voice lazy and his hands loose on my hips.
This is the moment I’ve been aching for. Having his cock inside me, stretching me, filling me, easing that ache that only Jace can ease. I move slowly at first, savoring the feeling of having his cock moving in and out of my pussy.
When I orgasm, I come in cascades, one orgasm after another. Jace sits up and grips my ass. He moves me up and down on his cock as if I weigh nothing. I throw my hands around his neck, bracing myself for the ride of my life.
“Fuck, Olivia, I’m coming,” Jace growls.
“Me too,” I cry.
Our bodies shudder as if being blasted by bombs of pleasure. For a few seconds, the world becomes a kaleidoscope of colors before the final orgasm ebbs away.
“Oh crap,” I cry minutes later when we’re lying in each other’s arms, recovering from that sex marathon.
“What?” Jace says.
“Our lunch. The chicken is probably dry.” I disentangle myself from his arms and jump out of bed. I pull on my top and shorts. “Come on, let’s go and eat.” I hurry to the kitchen, rinse my hands under the sink then turn off the oven.