Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Let me take over then,” he whispers and closes his eyes, leaning forward for a kiss.
“Wait,” I say, barely getting out the word, remembering it was only one night ago that I was with Robert. Brody’s eyes stare back at me, his body still as I tell him, “It’s inappropriate.”
A beat passes, only a single one before Brody lifts his lips in an asymmetric smile that puts me at ease, while simultaneously lighting my entire being on fire. “What part of me loving on my girlfriend is inappropriate?” he questions and my heart flutters like I’ve never felt. His gaze turns hot as he shifts me beneath him, his hand splayed on my back.
With my hands on his shoulders, he lowers me to the blanket and everything instantly burns with desire. My neck arches as his kisses trail down my throat.
“Brody.” I moan his name and he lazily lifts his hooded eyes to mine.
“I love it when you say my name.”
My heart pounds at the word love. He’s said it twice tonight. I don’t know if he’s aware, but I am. Every detail of him, every word he says, every feeling that overwhelms me when I’m in his presence, it all brands itself into my memory.
He grabs my hand when I reach for his shirt, desperate to pull it off of him.
He tsks and says, “Not yet,” then brings my knuckles to his lips. Kissing them one by one before telling me, “I want to take my time with you.”
A sweet, desperate need lifts up my hips as I writhe under him. I’m met with a rough chuckle before his hand slips up my skirt, and then he cups me where I need him most.
He pauses for a moment, contemplating saying something. The hesitation is clearly written in his eyes.
“What?” I question, worried I’ve done something wrong or that last night has ruined the ease that was between us.
“Has Robert ever fucked you here?” he asks me, as his hand brushes against my ass.
A small gasp exposes my shock and I shake my head after slamming my lips shut.
“Good,” is all he says and before I can question further, he moves and jostles my thoughts with his forceful touch.
His fingers press against my core and he rocks his wrist, sending pleasure to ebb and flow against my throbbing clit. My blood turns to a raging fire I can’t evade.
Small moans slip past my parted lips and just as they escape me, I attempt to escape the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me. Brody’s large frame lowers, caging me in and holding me still beneath him. He nips the lobe of my ear and groans as his erection presses into my side, never letting up his ministrations.
Writhing under him, the pleasure builds and I bite down on my lower lip to stifle my moans. His fingers slip past the thin fabric that separates us and then dips into my heat. He’s not gentle in the least, firmly stroking the most tender places, the rough pad of his thumb still rubbing ruthlessly at my swollen nub.
He captures my lips as I cry out his name and my orgasm crashes through me. Every inch of my skin tingles with a heat that’s all too forbidden.
While I’m still falling and catching my breath, Brody undresses both of us. The gentle touch of his fingers caressing my sensitized skin prolongs the sensation. His hands are hot against me, his lips constantly kissing as he goes. I’m hardly aware that I’m nearly naked until the sound of my zipper fills the room. As he drags my skirt down my body, he licks from my navel downward.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he sucks my clit and then presses his tongue against it. My shoulders lift involuntarily as I cry out his name again, sucking in air before falling back down to the blanket.
It’s all too much as another wave of pleasure builds, this one stronger and more intimidating. He’s relentless with his touch as he finger fucks me, dragging out the threat of another orgasm and I find myself begging him please, although I’m not sure for what.
To fuck me. To bring the impending orgasm to an end. My head is dizzy with lust and all I know is that I need him inside of me.
He lifts his head between my thighs to question, “Please, what?” The sight of him, licking my arousal from his lips, his masculine shoulders towering over me as he lifts himself to box me in … I’m overwhelmed by my attraction to him. So much so, everything seems to slow, to blur around him. The air bends to his will.
All I can say in response is an appeal. “Please, Brody.”
Resting his forearms beside my head, he brings his lips to my ear at the same time that he presses himself against me, teasing my entrance. I wrap my legs around his hips, my heels digging into his ass as he whispers, “I wanted to take my time, but you make me a selfish man.” With that, he slams himself inside me, all the way to the hilt, stealing the air from my lungs as he stretches and fills me.