Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I’m sweaty and shaky and can barely stand. But that statement is everything. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten praised for anything in my life. I’ve always been the average one, unnoticed and unacknowledged. It’s different with Brody. He sees me.
Before I can say anything, he yanks my panties down to my ankles then he’s picking me up. He maneuvers me onto the counter by the sink easily. I love that he can just move me where he wants me. I love how small and delicate it makes me feel to know that my man can grab me and position me however he wants.
He spreads my knees and steps between them. He grins at me, and I love this because I can see his face now. I can see the lines between his eyebrows that are there from all the time he spends scowling. I can see the wisps of gray that are just starting at his temples. I can even see the flecks of gray in his blue gaze.
“I like you naked in my kitchen,” he says as he reaches for his pants.
My cheeks heat as I realize the clothing disparity between us. I’m in nothing and he’s still completely dressed. “I’d like it if you were naked in the kitchen too.”
He hesitates for a split second before he removes his shirt and I’m not surprised at the puckered skin and scars that greet me. I’ve seen him without a shirt before. As a kid, I didn’t understand why these marks were there.
I do now. I understand that my man is a survivor, that he endured sheer hell every day for years until he was able to get out. I understand that the system that was supposed to protect him failed. I know that long before the system failed him, it failed his mother.
I won’t comment on these scars. He doesn’t want pity. He didn’t as a hurting teenager and he doesn’t now. Instead, I run my fingertips along his shoulders. “I love how broad your shoulders are. You’re so big and bulky.”
Trailing my fingers lower, I can’t help hissing at the fading bruises that dot his ribs. He wasn’t kidding about getting bucked off. “Are these from your horse?”
“It hurt like a motherfucker,” he confirms.
“I’ll kiss it better.” I lean forward and press my lips to his warm skin. He tastes salty and the moment my lips are against his flesh, his breathing quickens. I can’t help smiling as I realize I hold power over this big, strong man. He might be tough in front of the rest of the world, but I can drive him to his knees. The thought makes me feel feminine and beautiful.
I press a trail of kisses down his chest to a chorus of his groans. Then I’m at that happy trail right above his blue jeans. I fumble with the button as I lick a stripe against his skin.
Brody spears his fingers through my hair and pulls my head back. His touch is gentle even though the move is dominant and commanding. When he speaks, his tone is laced with gritty need, “Not today, lamb. Need to fill your sweet little pussy with my come. You on birth control?”
When I tell him that I am, he pushes his pants down and takes his cock out. I whimper when I see it. It’s so big and thick, just like my man. I can’t wait to feel him inside of me. I lick my lips as a drop of precum beads on the tip.
He jerks himself harshly. “You’re going to be a good girl and take every inch.”
I try to nod but I can’t because his other hand is still wrapped in my hair. Instead, I settle for a noise that’s part desperation and part arousal. If he doesn’t get inside me soon, I’m going to combust right here on the kitchen counter. “Please.”
“Love to hear you beg, dirty girl.” He aligns our bodies, finally releasing his hold on me. He wraps his hand around my hip as he thrusts into me. It’s one quick smooth motion that tears through my virginity.
A wail rips from my lungs. This stings so much worse than I thought it would be. Because Brody is huge and he’s everywhere, filling me so full that I feel him with every breath I take.
Brody stills instantly. He closes his eyes before he opens them again, and I see the pain written in his expression. “You should have told me, lamb. I could have—”
I cup his face. I don’t want him thinking that I regret this for a second. Even if I live to be a hundred, I’ll always cherish our first moment together. “I want you, just as you are. Don’t hold back.”
His fingers find my clit. “Let me make it feel better.”