Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
How is that possible?
The look on his face didn’t read sadness or sorrow, for what I thought he would be thinking. He looked happy… as if he knew he had finally broken me. He closed his eyes and I felt his lips kiss away my tears and then they flowed freely. He had unlocked a box inside of me that I didn’t know was there, but he found the key.
I smiled and grabbed his face, bringing it back to mine. I wanted him to look into my eyes, to see me.
To see Brooke.
The girl I once was.
The girl I didn’t think I’d ever be again.
We kissed and I moved my hips, he took my silent plea and he began to thrust in and out of me. I had done this hundreds of times before, but like everything else, it was much different with him. I moved my legs so that they were wrapped around his lower back. Bringing him closer to me, I swear I could hear our hearts beating at the same rhythm on each other’s chests. He rested on his elbows that framed my shoulders, and his hands never left the sides of my face; his thumbs pressing into my cheeks. And I hugged around his neck.
We kissed the entire time, not being able to get enough of each other. It seemed like hours went by and the whole world was shut out behind my closed curtains.
Devon and I lived in our bubble.
Where it was just the two of us.
And I never wanted to leave.
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We spent the entire day learning each other’s bodies. We never got dressed and ate naked on her kitchen island. When she brought out dessert, I decided to eat it off her. We showered and became consumed and wrapped up in each other some more. I couldn’t even tell you how many times we made love. It seemed like we never stopped.
We fell asleep around two in the morning, still holding each other, and again I slept like the dead. No nightmares, a solid nine hours. I was the first to wake up the next morning and I recalled the day before. The way she cried and broke down in my arms was a memory that I would take to the grave.
I watched her sleep, enjoying the way her eyes blinked every few seconds, and how her pouty lips puffed out with each breath. She swayed her face into my chest and shyly smiled when she caught me staring at her.
“How many days do you have off?” I asked not wanting to know the answer.
“Two more.”
“Let’s get in my car and just drive with nowhere in particular to go. I’ll drive until I run out of gas and we will eat at whatever places we can find. Run away with me… for the next two days. Be mine.”
She smiled bright and high. “I’ll race you to your car.”
And just like that we began our road trip.
“If you keep playing this music, I’m going to hurt you,” she threatened. “My ears are bleeding, Devon, I cannot listen to this shit anymore.”
“I thought girls loved country music?”
“Are we from Alabama? Oh my God, how many times can you talk about your dead dog, your tractor, or your beer? Please… three pound… five ounce… baby Jesus, let me change this music.”
“Fine.”
“Oh, thank you!”
She grabbed her phone and connected her Bluetooth. Summertime Sadness, by Lana Del Ray, played through the speakers.
“You like house music?”
“Like? I love house music.”
“So does Ysabelle.”
“Who do you think taught her?”
I nodded. “Ah.”
“So… what’s up with you and Ysabelle?”
I looked over at her. “What?” I asked confused.
She shrugged. “I mean… she’s never talked about you and you don’t really talk about her, but you guys have known each other for over a decade. I don’t get it.”
“There’s nothing to get. I met her when she was a baby. She was sixteen years old and drinking; acting like she was grown. I took her under my wing, I guess. She reminded me of one of my sisters. I love her.”
She grinned. “Do I remind you of one of your sisters?”
“No. Not even close.”
“I love her, too. She has that allure about her. I remember the first time I ate her out; she was a scared little kitten.”
I looked over at her again, shocked. “You’re lying.”
She shook her head. “Why would I lie about that? I was her first.” She beamed.
“So… you were together often?”
“At the beginning, yes. Madam had me train most of the girls. But over the last few years that she was with VIP, rarely. We became like sisters and Madam knew it, so… we didn’t have to play that often.”
“I see. How often are you with women?”
Her gaze went from my eyes to my dick, which was standing straight at attention. “Do you want to know? Or does my best friend, The Incredible Cock?”