Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Her hand snakes across my stomach and draws my attention. I gaze down and just stare at it for a minute. We are so different, but there’s no denying that right now is the best I’ve felt in a long time. It’s the calmest I’ve felt, and if I’m going to be completely honest, the most satisfied I have ever felt.
Macy is most definitely trouble; I don’t know what I’m going to do with her. All I really know right now, in this moment, is that I want more of her and nothing will stop me from getting it.
With that thought firmly planted in my mind, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. Tomorrow will be soon enough to deal with Macy and all of the changes that she’s bringing into my life.
I just hope we’re both ready.
Macy
I’m warm and pressed up against something hard.
Not something ... someone.
But I don’t want to move. I like where I’m at, the feeling of being surrounded, protected, something I don’t know if I’ve ever felt.
I stretch, feeling soft sheets against my skin, hearing the deep sound of a male grunt right beside my ear. I slowly open my eyes and blink them a few times, realizing I’m now in bed instead of where I fell asleep. There’s a very big and muscular man beside me.
Braden.
He’s breathing softly, his face relaxed as he sleeps. He’s got dark scruff on his cheeks and chin, and my fingers itch to touch it, to see if it’s soft or coarse. His hair is short and slightly messy, and as much as I want to continue to give him a hard time, to deny this arousal I feel, the very feminine part of me sees an attractive man, one who gives as good as he gets, one who’s all male.
My nipples harden and my pussy becomes wet. My clit throbs and my breathing changes. I feel the blood rush to every erogenous zone in my body, and I feel my lips tingle with the need to be kissed by him.
What I’m thinking about is certainly not in the plans. It’s dirty images slamming through my head, visions of me between his legs as I take his huge cock in my mouth. And he is big, so big that when I first saw it the thought that came to mind instantly was if he’d even fit comfortably inside of me.
I clench my legs together to try and stem off the arousal, but all I feel is a shot of pure unadulterated lust that starts right between my thighs and spears straight up my center. I’m breathing harder, feeling my pulse race, and all I want to do is reach lower and see if his dick is as big when it’s not standing at attention.
My throat is tight, dry, but I stop myself from crossing that line. Not only would that be wrong, but I’m supposed to hate this man and the situation he’s put me in, right?
But that doesn’t stop my body from reacting to him being pressed up against me.
And then I watch as he opens his eyes, his pupils dilating, his breathing becoming harsher.
“Are you just going to stare at me, or act on what you’re thinking right now?”
I’m frozen, in shock. For a moment, I wonder if I spoke my thoughts out loud, but then I realize this man didn’t get to where he’s at by not being able to read people. It’s not like I’m hiding my body’s reaction to him.
“What?” I whisper, feigning ignorance.
He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even move for a prolonged second. And then he takes my wrist in his hand and starts moving it lower under the sheets.
Oh. God.
“What are you doing?” My voice is so soft I don’t even know if he heard me. And despite my words and shock, I don’t stop him.
And when I feel his massive erection brush against my hand, this involuntary moan slips from my lips. We don’t speak, just continue to stare into each other’s eyes as he has me wrapping my hand around his cock and then proceeds to move my palm up and down his massive length.
As we stare into each other’s eyes, our breathing becoming even more frantic with each passing second, the pleasure I’m giving to Brendan showing in his expression. Even though he tries to hide it, I realize I’m lost. I’m done.
How can I possibly keep the charade up that he means nothing to me when I feel like I’m lit up from the inside out when he’s around? Not to mention I have my fingers wrapped around his dick and am jerking him off, so that pretty much tells him I’m really into ... whatever this is between us.
He still has his hand wrapped around my wrist, guiding me up and down his shaft ... root to tip. I can feel the pre-cum lining the crown, and the knowledge that I’m the reason he’s this worked up has me getting even wetter.