Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
As if sensing it, his hand drifted up my inner thigh, finding the proof of my desire. “Still so wet for me,” he murmured, using his fingers to gather it, then surge them inside of me without warning, making a gasping groan escape me as I shot back, watching him with wide eyes, finding his at half-mast with his unmet need.
“Been thinking of nothing but this perfect, tight little pussy all day,” he told me, dragging another sound out of me, this more of a desperate mewling that had his eyes closing for a second before looking at me again, trying to find the loosening grip on his control. “You been thinking about me?” he asked, thrusting lazily. Not trying to get me there, just torturing me in the sweetest way possible. “I’m gonna need an answer, baby.”
“Y…yes,” I whimpered, rolling my hips to try to get the sensation I needed so badly.
“Mmm. All day?” he asked, flicking his fingers against my top wall, but briefly.
“Longer,” I admitted.
“All week?” he asked, and his lips were on my neck again, making my belly feel liquid.
“Longer,” I told him, too far gone to care what I was admitting.
“Since the club?” he asked, teeth nipping my earlobe.
When I didn’t answer, his fingers did another glide over my G-spot, making me whimper and admit, “Longer.”
“How long?” he asked, sitting back, watching me with those eyes I’d always loved. “Cali?” he asked, his fingers doing another stroke.
“Forever,” I admitted, sealing my lips over his, not wanting to talk anymore, just wanting to feel.
Luckily, he was on board, kissing me back. Long and deep. As his fingers continued to work me, this time with his thumb at my clit to multiply the sensations.
“There you go,” he murmured against my lips as my walls tightened around him, my climax dangerously close. “Come for me,” he demanded, voice both somehow soft and rough at the same time as his fingers continued their perfect pace, pushing me to the edge, then sending me crashing over. “Fuck,” he groaned as my walls pulsed around his fingers.
I fell into him after, panting, body tingling and foreign.
His fingers slid out of me, and my head was angled just right to see his hand lift, and slip his fingers in his mouth, tasting me again.
“You come so hard for me,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to my forehead.
My lips pressed into his throat, my tongue tracing over his frantic pulse.
Beneath me, his cock was still rock-hard.
Slowly, I slid down off of his lap, going on my knees before him, looking up to see his eyes at half-mast at seeing me there, ready to work him like he worked me.
I slid my hands up his thighs, teasing across his lap, then working his button and zipper free, then reaching inside to rub my palm over the head of his cock pressing against his boxers.
His breath hissed out of him as I rubbed across him again.
Reaching for the waistband, I yanked them down, freeing him.
“Is this for me?” I asked as his cock appeared, long, thick, and straining.
That rumbling noise was all I got in response, but it was all I needed as I fisted my hand around him, then slid to the base, holding him for me as I leaned down to trace my tongue around his head, licking up his desire before slipping my lips around him, and sucking him deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips jerking up into my mouth as his hand slammed down on the back of my head. “That feels so fucking good, baby,” he praised as I started to work him. “Show me how much you like my cock.”
My sex clenched hard at his words as more desire pooled, as the need to feel him inside of me intensified.
“You want me to come down your throat?” he asked, fingers massaging the back of my neck. “Or do you need me inside of you?”
I whimpered around his cock as I moved back up, then let him slip from between my lips.
“Thought so,” he said, watching me as I climbed back up, sealing my lips to his as I dropped my hips, feeling his velvety length rub against my cleft.
Brooks’s body shifted slightly as he reached into his back pocket, producing his wallet, then fishing out a condom.
My lips went to his neck as I scooted back, giving him room to protect us before taking his lips again, then rocking against him.
“That’s it,” he said, fingers sinking into my ass again, helping me glide against him. “Get me nice and wet,” he added, his hips rocking up against me.
“Brooks,” I whimpered.
“You need my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I cried.
“Are you going to ride me?” he asked.
“Yes. Please…”
His chest vibrated at that as he reached between us, grabbing his cock, and holding it steady for me.