Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“Fuckin’ fuck. Get there, baby,” Javi growled, his amber eyes roving insatiably all over me (though, truth told, they spent a lot of time at my breasts).
“You get there,” I gasped.
He squeezed my cheeks hard, taking control, and I was bouncing even harder and faster.
God, I loved he was so strong.
God, I loved he was so beautiful, lying there in his bed, his dark hair tousled, his eyelids heavy, his full lips wet from his tongue tracing them.
“You need me at your clit?” he offered.
Suffice it to say, we didn’t sleep much. This was our fifth time since we started. We took breaks. We dozed. He ate me out (and I will remind you about his strong tongue…scrumptious). I went down on him (talk about feeling powerful, having Javi at my whim with my mouth full of his thick, long, yummy cock?…delectable).
I believe we got about three hours of sleep before I woke him up to ride him.
Which brought us to now.
So at this juncture, I knew I needed his strong thumb at my clit.
Thus, I started, “Ye—” but didn’t finish the word when he pounded me full of him, I arched back and came hard.
Still coming, he whipped me to my back and thrust in harder, so I kept coming.
And continued.
And it went on.
I was still doing it when I felt him buck into me, pour into me, and groan deeply.
There it was again.
Making my guy come that hard?
I felt powerful.
I felt confident.
I felt like I’d finally been introduced to the real me.
After we both came down, I did it with Javi’s mouth working my neck, and I was loving the feel.
Eventually, he lifted his head and teased, “You even bounce on a man’s dick like a cheerleader.”
I frowned.
He grinned and dipped closer. “Every boy dreams of fucking the prettiest cheerleader on the squad. And I just did that. Or…she fucked me. And that’s even better.”
As a boy, he probably didn’t dream about much, if anything.
Except maybe that (because boys were always boys).
My frown turned upside down.
He busted out laughing (which felt awesome), and rolled us, disconnecting (which sucked), but we ended up with me sprawled on top of his mountain of warm muscle, so I wasn’t complaining.
“You want me to clean you up?” he asked quietly, and this was now our thing too.
Every single time, he cleaned me up, once carrying me to the bathroom to set me on his vanity while he did it.
It was sweet and hot and completely Javi.
Although I didn’t want to move, I had one addiction (outside of my new one, that new one being Javi), and it was demanding a fix.
“I want coffee,” I told him.
He sifted his fingers into my hair, pulled my mouth down to his, kissed me quickly and let me lift away.
“I’m on coffee. You clean up,” he said.
“’Kay,” I replied.
He pulled me down to him for another kiss, which wasn’t quick, before he broke it and tugged us both out of bed.
I went to the bathroom.
He hauled on his trousers from the night before (commando! delicious!) and went to the door.
While in the bathroom, I took the opportunity to brush my teeth, floss, wash my face (again with sleeping in makeup, though I didn’t sleep much so I forgave myself), and moisturize.
But I was in Javi’s tee in his bed before he returned juggling two mugs, his phone and my gold bag.
When he made it to me, I pushed up to help him with his load.
He then climbed over me to settle at my side, but he twisted at the waist to set his phone on his charge pad.
I took a sip of coffee, set it on my nightstand and opened my bag to dig out my phone so I could do the same, saying, “I can’t get a lock on it.”
“A lock on what?”
I had my phone out, but I turned to him. “Are you a boob man or a butt man?”
Now with no small amount of experience, he seemed pretty dedicated to both.
His lips twitched and his brows rose. “Do I have to pick just one?”
“I guess not, but I thought you guys did.”
He shot me a lusty smile. “Before I saw your ass in those panties during your takedown at SC, I was a tits man. Now I’m a tits and ass man.”
I laughed and leaned into him to press my lips to his.
He accepted this and only took a sip of his coffee when I sat back.
I looked at my phone so I could aim it to my charge pad, which I’d set up in my semi-move-in the day before, but I stopped when I saw what was on the display.
I touched it.
My stomach clutched.
Three missed calls from my mother, and one voicemail.
She’d left a voicemail the other night when she’d phoned, but things had been so busy, I hadn’t listened to it yet.