Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
She takes her time. She wants to know me.
She wants to please me.
“Clay…” I moan.
I thread my fingers through her hair and tip my head forward, loving to watch her go to town on me, her mouth moving more frenzied and faster, because she’s wet too. Her fingers dig into my ass, hauling me harder onto her mouth. I grunt as she jerks me again and again until I take the hint and roll my hips, fucking her lips and tongue.
“Come on, Jaeger,” she breathes out, grinning up at me. “Let me hear you. Make some noise.”
We have the whole house to ourselves. Why not?
She tongues me, I grip her hair, and we move in sync, my pussy grinding into her mouth.
I moan.
“Louder.”
My breasts shake as her tongue flicks over me, sending shivers down my spine.
“Fuck, Clay.”
“Louder, Jaeger,” she orders, using my last name again to remind me she’s my team captain and our soon-to-be prom queen, and she really likes slumming with the bad girl.
And I like it, too. Right now, her double life is such a turn on.
She rolls her tongue over me, groaning louder and louder, and I start letting my moans loose, and I don’t give a shit if anyone hears us in here.
She slips a finger just inside my opening, and I whimper again, watching her rise and press her forehead into mine.
“Liv,” she whispers, working it in farther inch by inch. “God, you make me crazy.”
“Fuck me,” I beg.
She squeezes my ass in one hand and rubs my clit with the other while the middle finger sinks inside me. “Right there?” she asks.
Her fingertip slips up low in my belly, and there’s an itch she almost reaches.
“A little…farther,” I gasp. “Curl your finger into me a little.”
She presses against me from the inside, burying herself to her knuckle, and I have to force my toes not to curl as pressure hits the spot.
“Oh, God, that’s it,” I tell her.
Yes. And in a moment, we’re kissing, panting, and she’s rolling her hips into me in time with her finger sliding in and out, caressing my G-spot.
She kisses me hard, bites my neck, licks my lips as her hips piston harder and faster, pushing her finger inside me with each thrust.
Where the fuck…?
I narrow my eyes, even as my orgasm starts to tease. “Where the hell did you learn all this?” I growl.
That fucking new girl Chloe wants her bad. I saw that with just one look.
I don’t think Clay would do that to me while we’re…
But she’s fucking good. How did she get so good? We’ve only done it a few times.
When she doesn’t answer, I grab her jaw. “Where the fuck, Clay?”
She startles. “I…I watched a…a movie.”
“A movie?”
She breathes over my mouth, thrusting into me and groaning herself, because everything is turning her on, too, and she’s liking this.
“Porn, okay? I watched a couple of porn videos.”
I cock an eyebrow. She’ll have to show me those. Most lesbian porn is made by men who do what they think looks good on camera instead of what actually feels good to women.
“Two fingers,” she says. “I’m going to put two in.”
“Clay…” But I don’t have to time to brace myself before she enters me again, this time thicker.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
She grinds into me, sliding in and back out and then in again, kissing and biting until the room is spinning.
“God, you’re so wet,” she whispers. “So hot.”
I yank her shirt up over her head, peeling it off before I pull down her lacy, pink bra.
I caress her breasts as she fucks me and leans down to suck on mine.
Her thumb rubs my nub, and I move into it, our rhythm growing faster.
A phone ring pierces the air, but neither of us stop. Her mouth on my nipple, I thread my fingers up the back of her scalp, under her hair, and kiss the top of her head.
“Would that be your boyfriend?” I whisper, teasing. “Hmm?”
God, what I wouldn’t give for Callum Ames to see his prom queen between my legs.
She thrusts, her tongue licking my hard nipple, and I hold her close. “Fuck me, Clay.”
The ringing keeps going, the pulse in my clit hammers, and heat pools in my belly as my orgasm crests. I brush my lips gently over hers. “He doesn’t need to know,” I tell her. “Just fuck me, Clay. Fuck me harder.”
I’ll still be sneaking off to screw her ten years from now, because that’s how much I love this with her. It’s perfect, and I hate how much I’ll sacrifice to keep it, but I know I won’t be able to stop.
She shakes, and I burst, crying out in the dark house, my orgasm exploding as her hips jolt into me like a car crash.
I press my mouth down on hers, her own cry filling me as she comes, and I taste the sweat on her lips.