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 was quite sure you were picturing how my cock would look in your mouth, too?”
I laugh, not because it’s funny but because it’s such a man thing to say. Is that every man’s fantasy? To have a random woman dream of sucking his cock? “Actually, no.” I chuckle.
His hand glides up my calf muscle again as his dark eyes hold mine. “If you were to imagine something about me, what would it be?” he asks.
I swallow the lump in my throat. What are you doing, Tully? This little game of imagination you’re playing here is stupid. “I may have one question.”
“Such as?”
I shrug, feeling braver than I should. “I wondered how you’d kiss.”
His eyebrow raises as he moves closer to me and puts a finger underneath my chin to lift my face to his. “Really?”
I nod, unable to speak from his close proximity. Why did I just say that?
Satisfaction flashes across his face. “You want to know how I kiss, Pocket?”
I swallow again.
In slow motion, he moves closer and closer, until he’s only a few centimetres away from my lips.
My heart is sprinting in my chest as I watch him.
“I’ll tell you what…” He breathes, so close that I feel his breath on my lips.
“What?” I whisper.
“I’ll show you how I kiss if you put your arms around my neck.”
I frown.
He takes my arms and slowly puts them up over his broad, muscular shoulders.
“Now what?” I whisper. Oh my God, is this really happening?
“Now I’ll pull you close.” He grabs my hips and jerks me forward on the counter, pulling my legs apart so he can stand between them.
My arousal starts to thump at his close proximity.
“And then…” He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back aggressively. Goose bumps scatter up my arms from his natural domination. His eyes darken as he sees me become powerless to his touch.
My heart is beating so fast that I feel like I’m about to go into cardiac arrest.
He slowly bends and licks my open lips. My stomach clenches in appreciation.
Sweet Jesus.
His lips slowly take mine, and his tongue slides through my open mouth. Unable to help it, my eyes close as I drown in pleasure.
I can feel his dick harden between my legs, and he kisses me again—deeper this time. His tongue takes mine and wakes it from its dormant sleep. We kiss again and again. He grabs my hips and pulls me forward onto his hard erection.
Fuck!
Then, somehow, I lose control, and both my hands are in his hair while his dick rubs back and forth against my sex and he grinds my body onto his.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my lips. We begin to kiss so violently that our teeth clash, and he picks me up and falls onto the bench seat in the corner, arranging me so that I’m straddled over his lap.
With his hand on my hipbone, he begins to rock me back and forth over his hard cock. Our kiss is slow and erotic and the word ‘whore’ rolls around in my empty head.
I can’t stop. He’s too good at this. Oh God.
Stop. Get up and leave, I tell myself.
But my body won’t let me. It wants what he has.
Brock’s hand slides down my tights to grab a handful of my behind, and he really begins to drive me onto his body with force. His open mouth is ravaging my neck.
My legs are open, and I can feel how big he is underneath his thin shorts as he drags my throbbing sex back and forth over him through my tights.
My body quivers and I jerk. Oh no. I stiffen, realising just how close an orgasm is.
“Don’t fucking pull back from me,” he growls. He slides his other hand into my tights, grabs my ass with two hands, and really begins to ride me. “Let me have it.” He bounces me up and down as he kisses my almost violently.
My hands rise from his shoulders, to his jaw, to his hair. I’ve completely lost control of myself.
God, I haven’t made out through clothes since high school. There’s a lot to be said for it. This is so hot.
I can feel my orgasm building, back, forth, deeper and deeper. His lips, his smell, his teeth on my neck… the whole combination is fucking lethal.
“Brock,” I pant.
He smiles up at me, satisfaction written all over his face.
Talk me out of this. Say something that will make me leave. “Say something,” I breath as I rock.
He smirks as he watches me ride his dick like a woman possessed. “No. I’ll pretend to be a gentleman.”
I frown at him in question, and for a moment my arousal fog lifts. I need to know what else he might say. “What would you say if you weren’t a gentleman?”
His eyes flash with arousal, as if that’s the very question he has been waiting for. He slides his right hand out of the back of my tights, and in one quick movement, he puts it down the front and then slides his two thick middle fingers into my dripping wet sex.