Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He continues to stroke himself, completely unraveling me. A pulse of desire radiates through me, igniting every nerve. A flood of fantasies crashes over me, each one more sinful than the last. I struggle to form an answer. I’m too captivated, too consumed, to think straight.
“You want my cock in your pretty little mouth?”
A gush of arousal soaks my suit bottoms. I nod. “Yes.”
He pumps his hand harder, faster. “Come here.”
I undo the ties of my bathing suit top and slide out of my bottoms. His eyes roam my body, and he squeezes his cock. I open the door and step into his space. My breath trapped in my lungs, I drop to my knees, my eyes trained on his.
“Open up, Peach. Show me how hungry you are.”
I look up at him from under my lashes. The water sluices over him, sliding down his toned abs and between his muscled thighs. His cock stands at full salute, angry and waiting. “Second-guessing this bad idea?” he asks, testing me. I can’t hide my nerves, but he won’t chase me away.
I perch on my knees and grab his thighs. Steadying myself, I take his tip into my mouth. Water drips down his shaft, wetting my lips as I open wide, wrapping them around his girth. His thighs clench under my grip, and he thrusts his hips forward. My throat locks, and I gag at the intrusion deep inside me.
“In over your head, Peach?”
I want to answer him, tell him I’m exactly where I want to be, but my mouth is full. I relax my throat and pull back, gliding my tongue against his veins.
His cock is intimidating. The biggest I’ve ever seen. Fitting him in my mouth is a challenge. But I refuse to back down. I dig my nails into his thighs and stroke back and forth, earning grunts of pleasure. I draw him deep into my mouth, sucking on his crown and working my way back down. “Fuck,” he growls. Grasping a chunk of my hair, he holds me in place and pistons his hips, thrusting past my lips. “Is this what you’ve been wanting—your boyfriend’s daddy’s cock in your mouth?” His filthy words turn me on more. I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump, but he slaps it away. “I only want your mouth, baby girl.” His grip on my hair tightens as I try to keep up with each thrust, but he’s too big. I force my throat to go lax while he pistons in and out, fucking my mouth. “Such a naughty little girlfriend… and this dirty little mouth of yours.” He stares down at me, holding my gaze. My sex pulsates with need. God, what I wouldn’t do to have him inside me, fucking me bare, feeling the stretch of his thick length.
“Fuck.” He quickens his pace. “Such a good girl.” My eyes burn at his tight grip in my hair, but all I can do is submit while he takes what he wants. “I want to come all over your pretty face. Would you like that, Peach?”
“Yes,” I hum around his cock. His hips jerk, once, twice, before warm spurts of cum fill my mouth.
“So hungry,” he grunts as he coats the back of my throat. I suck and swallow until there’s nothing left, and he slowly pulls out.
I struggle to steady my breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he gazes down at me with hooded eyes. I’m not sure what happens now. My sex throbs, and my lips part, ready to beg for him to fuck me until I can’t see straight, when a notification dings from his phone, grabbing his attention. A voice recording follows. “Front door has been disabled.”
Jackson’s gaze returns to mine, his expression blank, a mask of cold indifference. “Playtime’s over. Time to go.”
Too many thoughts rush in at once. I am on my knees, naked in Jackon’s shower, and someone just walked into the house. If Jackson and I are up here, that means Noah’s back. Scrambling to my feet, I snatch up my swimsuit and bolt out of the room without looking back.
Chapter nine
Jackson
Iadjust my tie in my bathroom mirror, then glance down at my watch as a door slams down the hall. Faint sounds echo. Noah and Georgia. It’s barely seven in the morning, and they’re arguing.
At two o’clock this morning, my phone alerted me that Noah was home, the earlier notification being a false alarm. And a blessing. My cock was still hard as I watched Georgia scurry like a scared little mouse out of my room. I finished my shower and got dressed. When I realized Noah hadn’t returned, I thought about finishing what she’d started. If she wanted to play, I’d indulge her little fantasy. But I wasn’t sure she was ready. I would destroy her. Alter her needs. One taste of my world, and she wouldn’t want anything else.