Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Over and over, he pounded her into the wall.
“So fuckin’ hot. So wet. You were fuckin’ made for me, Jem.”
No, no, she wasn’t made for him. That was impossible.
Her arms tightened around his neck and she took his mouth again to shut him up. He instantly took control, shoving her tongue from his mouth and using his to plunder hers.
She let him.
Melting against him, she closed her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. It was crazy, she’d never remembered giving any man this much control. She always had a finger on what and how it was happening. Always.
But he knew what he was doing and she simply let go. She let him sweep all thoughts away and, with her eyes closed, she concentrated on his movements, concentrated on the sounds coming deep from within his chest.
All of that took her there.
To that very edge. Faster than expected, especially in the position they were in, one she had never orgasmed from. But he was doing something with his hips to hit all the right spots, inside and out.
He ended the kiss once again and pressed his damp cheek to hers. “That’s it, baby. Fuckin’ feel you squeezin’ my dick. So much better than I ever fuckin’ imagined. Your pussy’s a hot, slick fist, pullin’ me in, demandin’ more, not gettin’ enough. Can feel how close you are. Just gotta let go. Just gotta give me you. Give it to me, Jem. Want it all.”
For a second, she wanted to give him it all. All of her. Even more than that.
His hoarse words made a white, searing fire swirl through her and land in her core.
She was about to come.
No, not just come. Explode into so many pieces, she’d have trouble finding them again. Have trouble gluing herself back together afterward.
“Chris,” she breathed. She moved one hand from the back of his neck into his hair and gripped a handful tightly. “Kiss me when I come.”
Without hesitation, his mouth found hers again and he accepted her cry as she detonated around him like a Fourth of July fireworks grand finale. Sparks and heat flickered in her center as he continued to fuck her through the intense contractions.
How could he do this? How could he make it feel like this? Make her feel this way?
No matter how, he did it. Her head slammed back into the wall, her eyes opened and so did her mouth as a low wail rolled from her. He again buried his face in her neck and powered his cock up and into her, continuing to drive hard and deep.
Her thoughts were gone. Her vision unfocused. She was only aware of his body moving against hers, getting ready to rip another orgasm from her when the first one was hardly a memory.
And he did it. He achieved it when he thrust one more time, as if he was attempting to climb inside her, to become one with her. He shuddered and stilled, a low moan vibrating against the skin of her throat as he spilled inside her. The pulsations of his cock getting lost amongst her own as she came a second time.
She closed her eyes again and simply breathed as the aftershocks rocked them both. Reminded them of what just happened.
What the two of them created.
Sex had always been simple for her.
What just happened was far from that.
It was complex and complicated.
And troublesome.
He didn’t let her go, even after he slipped from her when he no longer had a choice. He kept holding her, his face hidden in her neck, his warm breath beating a rapid pattern against her skin. Hers doing the same.
“Fuck!”
The sharp jerk of his body and the unexpected outburst startled her from her euphoria.
Well, that ruined the moment and brought her back to reality. “Are you worried about Judge finding out? I won’t tell him. Don’t worry.”
“Jem...” He pulled his face back so he could look directly into hers as he let her slide down both his body and the wall until she stood on her own feet.
She blinked and frowned when a trickle of cum slid from her and dampened her inner thigh at the same time he said, “No goddamn wrap.”
She blinked again and let the words swirl in her muddled brain until she understood what he just said.
Holy shit.
She wasn’t worried about pregnancy, but all the rest...
She had no idea how many women he’d slept with since Sarah. Or even in the last year.
She could count her own number on one hand.
She bet he’d lost count.
Holy fucking shit.
They had both lost themselves in the moment and became careless.
He pulled away from her and grabbed his shorts, jerking them up his legs, clearly agitated.
“Fuck,” he bit out again, raking his fingers through his damp and already disheveled hair.
She grabbed a discarded T-shirt hanging over a weight bar. She had no idea whose and didn’t care. She only knew it would cover her quickly and enough to get back to the trailer without streaking out in the open. She plucked her clothes from the floor and balled them to her tight chest, struggling to breathe.