Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
The air whooshes out of my lungs when I bury myself to the hilt inside her. “Fuck, baby girl. Fuck, you feel so good.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she rolls her hips and bounces. My lips find the sensitive spot in her neck, and I trail kisses before sucking her skin and biting it lightly.
The dark alley, the street, the still-open establishments. All of those things fly over my head. The only thing I focus on is my cock in her pussy and the soft moans that make my staff twitch inside her.
My hips rut wildly, my fingers digging into her thighs, and her nipples turn to pebbled peaks. She rocks against me, her pussy swollen and slick, and I watch my length sawing in and out of her.
Jesus Christ.
The low rumble of an engine breaks the silence. We don’t stop. Not even as the headlights carve twin beams through the dark. Not as the rumble grows louder. Not as it passes us slowly, its taillights flaring red and the faint scent of exhaust lingering in the air.
With a guttural moan, I yank her up against my body, slam deep into her, pull out, slam again, pull out, and slam until her lips part in a silent moan, and she trembles in my arms. I ram forward and upward, my shaft spasming, as a bellow lodges in my throat.
“Baby girl…”
Jenny flutters around me and meets my drives, and heat licks through my veins. My nerves are strung tight, and I bite her shoulder. Pleasure wracks me in waves, and I get thicker inside her, hot jets of my come painting her walls.
It takes us a full minute to even our breaths, and I rest my sweaty forehead on hers, my pulse still pounding, my cock softening and slipping out of her.
“Let’s go home,” she whispers shakily.
Home. Yes. She is my home.
4
JENNY
We’ve been waiting outside the bank for a few minutes, and the parking lot is slowly filling. The sun is out for the first time in weeks, and I’m excited for this change of weather. God knows how sick I am of the frigid air, even at noon.
“Do you like living here, Jenny?” Jackson reaches across the center console of my sedan and takes my hand in his, brushing his lips along the back of my hand.
Butterflies flutter in my belly when he makes the simplest, most innocent gestures like this. He can look at me for five seconds and immediately turn me into a pile of mush on the floor. He has this effect on me that I can’t explain and don’t even want to.
Jackson wants me. I want him. Period. We’ll just take every day as it comes.
I let his question roll inside my head. “Not really, no. That’s why I stay at that shitty bar. To save money so I can leave.”
“We can leave together if there’s nothing here for you. I mean, I know there isn’t.”
Yes! Oh my God, absolutely. I bite my bottom lip to control my grin and hide my excitement. “And go where?”
“Wherever you want. Whatever you want to do.” His eyebrows scrunch together, and he turns to me, brushing hair from my forehead. “What do you want to do?”
“Attend culinary school and open my own restaurant.”
Jackson smiles, and a shiver of happiness ripples through me. “Then that’s what you’re going to do.”
I roll my eyes and lean back. “If only. Culinary school is hella expensive. I’d have to work for at least twenty years before I can save enough money to open a food truck, and even that isn’t an assurance it will succeed. I know lots of places that serve good food but had to close because no one was coming.”
Jackson smiles like he knows something I don’t. I’m about to ask him what it is, but I spot movement by the entrance, and we turn in unison.
The security guard flips the sign to “Open,” and Jackson gives me a lingering kiss. He smooths down the button-down plaid shirt he bought yesterday—the only one to fit him. Even if he’s fully covered, though, it can’t hide his muscles completely.
“I try not to take too long, baby girl, but it might be an hour before I get back.”
I lift an old paperback to him, something I’ve read at least three times already. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”
He nods once and kisses me one more time before opening the door and jogging to the bank.
I watch as he enters the building and close my eyes, letting my mind drift. I met him three days ago, and in that time, my life changed in unimaginable ways.
To anyone watching us from the outside, it’s crazy. We haven’t known each other that long, he’s just released from prison, and now I’m more than willing to follow him anywhere.