Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
I nod. My heart is beating so hard that I can hear my pulse in my ears. He starts to crawl up my body.
“Briefs off,” I whisper at him.
He stands, and with his eyes fixed firmly on mine, he slides them down his legs.
My eyes drop to between his legs and I feel a flutter of fear. He’s fucking huge. “Condom?”
He smiles and licks his lips again.
I find myself smiling back at him. “What?”
“This is not how I roll. I’m the one who gives directions around here.”
“Humour me,” I whisper. “Just the first time. Please?”
He bends and kisses me softly. “For the record, this is our second time.”
I giggle and run my hands over his broad shoulders. “Just for the second time,” I correct myself.
He finds his wallet and takes out three condoms, throwing them onto the bed side drawer.
“Put one on.”
“Stop fucking rushing me, woman.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.”
He stills and his shoulders slump. I know he’s going to honour my requests from here on out. He slowly rolls the condom on and lays down beside me. “Now what?” He breathes against my lips.
I smile as we kiss, and I roam my hands up and down his arm. I can feel every muscle. “Now you kiss me until our bodies come together naturally.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Is this some kind of bullshit fucking that I am unaware of? Cocks don’t enter pussies naturally. You need to push.”
I huff out a laugh. “Shut up and do it.”
He lifts my leg and wraps it around his hip, kissing me deeply. He slides the side of his dick through my lubricated flesh and my body rises to meet him. “Like this?” he whispers.
I smile against his lips. “Just like that,” I whisper.
Our bodies begin to move by themselves as they grind against each other. Our kiss turns deep and passionate, and I know he’s as hot for it as I am. His breath is quivering as he fights for control.
His open mouth ravages my neck. “Oh God,” I whimper.
He pushes forward at once and his hard cock slides home.
Our eyes lock and I see the arousal dance like fire in his eyes. “Is this okay?” he whispers.
I nod, unable to speak.
He slowly slides out and pushes in again.
I’m stretched to my limit.
Ouch.
“Open your legs farther for me,” he pushes out.
I force my legs back to the mattress, and he slowly pulls out, and then slowly slides in, releasing a guttural moan.
“Oh God,” I whimper. This is so fucking good that I can’t even speak.
He pulls out once more, taking his time before he drives home hard.
He knocks the air from my lungs and I cry out.
“You okay?” he whispers in a panic.
“Great,” I pant with a smile. “Fuck me,” I beg.
He pulls out and pushes back in, again and again, until my body stops fighting and accepts him.
In, out, in out, around and around. So hard and so good. He lifts himself onto his straightened arms, holding his own weight above me, and then he really begins to let me have it. Hard hits force my whole-body to contract around his.
The bed is banging against the wall. I look up at him, looking down at me, and I have this perfect moment of clarity.
He frowns as if he has it too, and he bends to slowly take my mouth with his. We kiss slowly and his body moves gently inside mine. I scrunch my face up against his.
God, this is perfect.
He is perfect.
He lefts one of my legs and I feel it building again. “I’m going to come,” I whimper. He starts to ride me hard and fast again, and I swear, I’m going to break. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout my apartment.
I cry out as an orgasm rips though me, and with three hard, long pumps, I feel his cock quiver. He buries his head into my shoulder and shudders as he silently comes deep inside my body.
We kiss tenderly, and his hand cups my face as he stares lovingly down at me. “Bullshit fucking. I like it.”
I pant with a smile.
So do I.
It’s just gone 3:00 a.m. when I roll away from Brock. He’s on his back and fast asleep, looking so hot. Not hot as in gorgeous—although he’s that too—I mean hot as in he’s an inferno. I feel like I’m burning up on fire. Of course, that could be the hundred margaritas I had tonight. I’m not used to sleeping with anyone anymore.
God, what a night. He had me for a second time in the bed, and then again in the shower. I’m sure we’d be still going if he wasn’t out of condoms.
I lick my dry lips. I need a glass of water, so I slowly get out of bed and wince. “Ouch.”