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)
I was desperate to make him feel even half as good as he always had me feeling.
I ducked my head, sucking him in deep, then swallowing, taking him to the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his fingers crushing the back of my skull.
I worked him quickly then, up and down, twisting, my mouth filling with the proof of his own desire, tears pricking my eyes then overflowing as I gagged on him over and over when he started to thrust into my throat as I went down on him.
“You’re so fucking good with my cock in your mouth,” he groaned, his voice getting tighter. “I could come down your pretty throat right now,” he said, fingers sinking into my hair, and yanking hard enough to force my head back. “But I’m not going to,” he told me as my lips lost him.
His finger traced across my lower lip, something molten in his eyes as his eyes cut to mine.
“Spread your legs real wide for me,” he demanded.
I didn’t waste even a second, just moved flat and spread for him.
His gaze moved between my legs, his lids getting heavy.
I should have felt strange, embarrassed, even, at the intensity of his stare. But all I felt was another rush of desire.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers teasing up one of my lips. “You want me to clean you up?” he asked even as he was lowering down onto his knees.
I loved him in all ways when we were close.
Under me.
Over me.
But there was something especially hot about him on his knees for me.
All thoughts flew out of my mind a moment later, though, as his lips and tongue were on me, stoking the fire that threatened to turn me to ashes.
I couldn’t even prepare for the orgasm before it was crashing through me, leaving me riding his face as the pleasure kept pulling me over again and again.
I was still trying to slow my frantic breath when I saw him rise up, reaching to slip on protection, then moving in toward me, his cock pressing down against my cleft, thick and heavy, promising an end to that hollowness inside that I became more and more aware of with each passing second.
“Brooks, please,” I whimpered as he gently rocked against me.
“Please what?” he asked, rocking the head of his cock against my clit in short little movements.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, watching the flame lick in his eyes just a second before he slammed inside of me.
Hard.
Deep.
Making me cry out at the delicious fullness.
“Such a perfect little pussy,” he groaned as my walls tightened around him. “Always so wet and ready for my cock,” he added as his hand went between my thighs, his thumb working my clit as he started to fuck me.
It wasn’t hard.
Just fast.
An almost frantic pace that had me writhing and whimpering and begging.
Please please please.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my cock?” he asked, voice tight with his own need for release.
“Yes,” I whimpered, working my hips in little circles as he kept fucking me, driving me right to that edge.
“Fuck yeah you are,” he groaned as the orgasm slammed into me, making me choke on my moan as the pleasure bloomed. “Fuck, yeah, squeeze my cock,” he hissed as he suddenly slammed deep and came with me.
“One of these days,” he said after crashing down beside me, his hand rubbing across my stomach, “I am actually going to take my time with you.”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you,” I told him, giving him a tired smile.
“I should probably feed you, huh?” he asked.
“You better. I need some strength to be able to drive home.”
“You could stay,” he said, tone just shy of sounding truly vulnerable.
“I want to,” I admitted. “But the morning rush isn’t my favorite thing,” I told him. “I like to have lazy mornings. You could come over,” I invited.
To that, he sighed.
“I have church tonight.”
“Church,” I repeated, shooting him a bemused smile. “Have I corrupted you so much that you need to go confess your sins on a Monday night?”
“Yes,” he answered immediately, letting out a little chuckle at my bubble of laughter. “But in this context, church is a mandatory club meeting.”
“That’s okay,” I said, shrugging.
Did I want him beside me literally every second of the day that I could have him? Sure. But we were grown ups with lives. There were going to be times when we had to be apart. It was silly to be too upset about it.
“Maybe tomorrow night then,” I said.
“Would love that,” he agreed.
Neither of us had a clue at the time, though, that things were about to wildly change.
Or as he kissed me goodbye in the club lot, that I would be back just twenty or so minutes later.