Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you taste good,” he groaned, his voice raw with desire. “Been dreamin’ about this since the first fuckin’ second I saw you.”
Another flash of lightning illuminated his face for just a moment. The intensity in his eyes as he looked up at me from between my legs nearly undid me completely. This wasn’t just sex for him. He was claiming me, marking me as his in the most basic way possible.
When he slid a second finger inside me, scissoring them gently, I lost it completely. The orgasm crashed through me, my thighs clamping around his head as my body convulsed and I did, indeed, scream for him. I cried out his name, over and over, like a prayer.
He worked me through it, his pace never faltering until I pushed at his shoulders, oversensitive.
“Need you inside me,” I gasped. “Please!”
Jag crawled up my body, his skin hot against mine as he braced himself above me. His cock pressed hard against my thigh, thick and insistent. He kissed me deeply, and I tasted myself on his tongue, making me moan into his mouth.
“Christ,” he groaned, resting his forehead against mine before finding my lips again. He didn’t move to enter me and I whimpered, digging my nails into his ass to try to make him fuck me. “Condom?” he murmured against my lips. “Need a fuckin’ condom.”
I blinked, startled. Of course I should be using a condom! “Nightstand,” I managed, still catching my breath. I only managed to pull myself out of the haze of lust and need because of the realization I’d been ready to have sex without a condom for the first time in my life and hadn’t thought twice about it.
He hesitated, giving me an odd look and I kissed him once more. “I’m a woman who can take care of herself. Most of the time, anyway.” I smiled. “I don’t come into the biker compound looking for sex, but I’m not about to deny myself if the opportunity arises because I wasn’t prepared.”
“Not my business,” he said, but I could see the relief on his face.
He started to move to the nightstand, but I stopped him. “Look at me, Jag.” When he did, giving me a questioning look, I smiled up at him. “I don’t cheat. And I don’t sleep with more than one man at a time.”
His brows drew together. “I… didn’t think that.”
“I know. And it’s okay if you did. Am I right in thinking this is a first for both of us? A relationship, I mean.”
“You haven’t had one either?”
“No. Not for longer than a few weeks. Never wanted one before now.”
Lightning flashed again as he reached over, illuminating the muscles in his shoulders where he held himself over me. “Okay,” he said simply.
He moved and I heard the drawer slide open, then the crinkle of foil. When he settled back between my legs, I reached down to guide him inside me, wrapping my fingers around his length.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily into my touch.
I stroked him once, twice, feeling him throb in my palm before tucking the head of his cock at my entrance and flexing my hips until he took over instinctively.
He pushed inside me with a slow, deliberate thrust that had us both gasping. The sensation of him stretching me, filling me inch by inch, overwhelmed me. He was big, sure, but this was more than size or anything physical. The expressions on Jag’s face were their own aphrodisiac. He looked like he was blissed out on the best drug in the world. And when he opened his eyes and looked at me, I realized I was completely addicted to this man and his unguarded, honest reactions.
The stretch of his cock burned in a delicious way that had me digging my nails into his shoulders and urging him deeper.
“Goddamn.” His voice sounded strained as he bottomed out. “So fuckin’ good.”
He stilled completely, his forehead pressed against mine, our ragged breathing mingling in the dark. I could feel him trembling and sweat slickened his skin. Another flash of lightning illuminated his face, revealing the way he clenched his jaw. He squeezed his eyes shut, every muscle in his neck corded with tension.
“You can move,” I whispered, rolling my hips to emphasize my point. “You feel good, too. So fucking good.”
His response was immediate and primal. He pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a rhythm that started slow but quickly built in intensity. Each stroke hit something deep inside me that had stars bursting behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, Ada,” he panted, his voice rough with need. “Fuck!”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, changing the angle so he drove even deeper. The new position had exactly what I needed, and another orgasm built inside me rapidly.
“Right there,” I gasped, clinging to his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”