Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“So smooth,” Brady said again, his voice husky. Then he hooked his hand under the back of my knee and folded my leg up toward my chest. “Here, feel for yourself.”
Automatically, I hugged my knee to my chest. The cool air on my heated slit made me groan. If the air could caress me there, then so could he.
And he did.
I nearly jumped when he cupped my folds, but not from shock. More from anticipation. His hand felt like liquid heat, and I couldn’t help grinding myself against him.
He chuckled. “I’ve never seen someone so eager… to prevent nightmares.”
Yeah. Right. That’s how this had started… but it definitely wasn’t what I was focused on right now. My mind was pretty blank, actually. It usually didn’t get that way until seconds before orgasming.
Brady splayed his long fingers open, one on either side of my slit… and one in the middle.
Oh, god. He held me open, and my breathing sped up as I clutched my bent leg and waited. The only thought running through my head was please.
And then a strong finger pressed against my clit, nearly setting me off just from that. I moaned, squeezing my eyes closed.
“Guess I found the right spot.” His voice was smug, but I didn’t care. Not with the way he was stroking me.
I buried my face against the corded muscles of his bicep as he caressed me. His finger traced long strokes up and down my seam, spreading moisture as he went.
It felt amazing, but I wanted more.
He flicked a finger across my clit, making me gasp, and then his fingers zeroed in on my entrance. He circled it, my juices making his finger glide easily. With each circuit, he spread me open more.
My hips pumped against his hand, wanting to feel him deeper inside me. His fingers… his tongue… his cock… at this point, I’d take anything. It had been so damn long since anyone had touched me like this. And it was clear he knew what he was doing.
My breath caught as he slid two fingers inside me, the sudden pressure making me still. But after a moment, my hips started grinding again, and he twisted his fingers, touching all my walls at once.
This. This was what a toy couldn’t do. It couldn’t judge my response and adjust accordingly.
Brady could… and he did.
Switching things up, he pushed what felt like his thumb inside me, deep enough to make me groan, and two long fingers brushed against either side of my clit. I squirmed as he teased me. I rubbed against the hard bulge in his jeans, and it took my arousal to a new level. “Please,” I moaned.
He obliged, gliding over my heated folds as I writhed on the bed. He switched things up and slid what felt like two fingers into me. God, they definitely hit all the right spots. He managed to keep caressing my clit in a way that felt amazing without being overwhelming.
Brady’s touch was magic as he worked me into a frenzy. My brain short-circuited as Brady pushed me toward the edge. I couldn’t think, I could only feel.
And I felt something explosive coming closer every second.
Strong fingers pumped in and out of me, but Brady didn’t neglect the pulsing in my clit. The pressure built from deep inside, and my limbs were shaking so much I could barely keep holding my knee up to my chest. “Oh, god.”
Brady leaned forward, resting his cheek against mine as I braced against the oncoming onslaught. “Don’t fight it,” he whispered.
With a gasp, I realized I had been holding back. Maybe because I didn’t want to lose control in front of him? But suddenly, I knew I could.
I took deep breaths, drawing air into my lungs, and relaxed the muscles I’d been tensing. With that surrender, Brady’s touch felt even stronger, and my hips bucked as I cried out.
“That’s it, come for me.”
I barely heard him as my inner walls spasmed around his fingers. I clenched down on him hard, but it felt so damn good. I cried out again and then pressed my face against the sleeve of his shirt, trying to muffle the noise.
Sensations washed over me as I thrashed around on the bed. As I writhed against him, my ass ground against his jeans, and he groaned into my ear. He worked my clit harder, extending the orgasm.
The scream that bubbled up in my throat would’ve alerted the entire household, so I did the only thing I could think of. I bit down on the fabric covering his arm.
“Bad girl,” he whispered. He pulled his arm out from under my head and grasped a handful of my hair, tugging it as all tension drained from my body. I slumped down, my face against the mattress, the sound of my heavy breathing filling the room.