Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
It’s a new beginning for dad.
Brooke?
What? I reply.
I don’t care that you had a crush on me, he writes. When I said I’m not sure how to respond, I meant…why does it matter? I think it could only matter if you only want to be together because of the crush.
How can I judge that? I reply, wondering if he can sense the snappiness in my tone through the text alone. I don’t know. I want to be with you. I know I shouldn’t, but I do.
I want to be with you too, he texts back. That’s why the crush means nothing to me. You were a kid. Who cares? I want you, the woman you are NOW.
It doesn’t freak you out?
I’m biting my lip as I write the words, something I almost never do.
I’m almost conscious of holding my breath by accident, then letting it out in a low shuddering exhalation, as if my body’s trying to drive me closer and closer to panic.
It honestly means nothing to me. I want you, with your curvy woman’s body, those juicy-as-fuck hips, your round sexy ass, the way you moan.
I sit up in bed, pressing my legs together, feeling my sex shiver with an urgent flare. My clit tingles as if he’s here with me now, rubbing his hand with that furious intent.
It’s like he’s slipping into my pussy, pushing deeper.
You really like my size? I’m not too chubby?
Like it? It drives me CRAZY. I love how wide your hips are. The things I’d do to you, Brooke.
Standing, I walk over to the balcony and gently shut the door. I keep thinking somebody will barge in here, demanding to know what I’m doing, what Banner and I are doing, as if they’d know.
Sitting on the bed, I take a long breath.
My heart thumps, sending reverberations through my body. It’s like my core is pulsating in time with its beat.
What would you do? I type, even as nerves try to stop me.
The pulsing in my core is more powerful than any nerves, more possessing than any self-doubt.
If I was there now, he writes, I’d turn into an animal. I’d feel like a wild thing, wandering for days, weeks, years looking for his mate. And when I saw you, I’d snap. I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
I’d tear your pants off, grab those thick, juicy, beautiful legs, and pull you close, spreading your sweet, soaked pussy wide. I’d push my face against it, licking your clit, then making my tongue hard and sliding it into your sex.
I’d fuck you with my tongue until your pussy started telling me how close you were.
The urge to touch myself almost overwhelms me. The only thing that stops me is the sound of Mila and the others on the beach.
Are you doing something over there, Banner? I type, hoping he gets the hint.
You’re such a sexy shy thing. No, I’m not. But I’m hard for you, Brooke. So hard. All I can think about is your body…your body which is just for me, nobody else, ever.
“Ever,” I whisper, the word bouncing around my head, telling me he means it literally.
He’s not getting carried away in his dirty talk.
It’s not just something to end the text with.
He means it.
Are you touching yourself? he asks.
I swallow, closing my eyes, imagining him how he was earlier today, rising from the water, his muscles shining in the sun.
Do you want me to?
CHAPTER 14
Banner
My cock has never been this hard, pushing against my shorts, the fabric pitched upward. It’s never been so full of seed as if it’s trying to burst out of me.
I can barely focus enough to type when I read her message, asking me if I want her to touch herself.
Part of me thought she was going to ask about the ‘ever’ I included in my text.
And part of me wanted her to. It would mean explaining the full force of my need, maybe scaring her away, but I want her to know even if it could destroy us.
But now I’m lost thinking about my woman in bed, her hand slipping over her body down to her drenched sex.
Yes, I type. Rub your horny pussy for me, Brooke. Pretend it’s my tongue. Imagine I’m feasting on your slit, and I’ve got my mouth open and licking you all over.
I am, she replies. Please…don’t stop.
My hand slides down my body, under my shorts.
I pull them down, and my cock springs free, precome flicking off the end, thicker and harder than I can almost believe. My helm throbs as I give into temptation, stroking my hand over my shaft, imagining it’s my woman’s pussy instead.
I’m stroking my cock for you. Fuck, I hope this can fit in your perfect pussy. And if it doesn’t at first, I’ll take it slow. I’ll tease you with my tip, then open your sweet slit more and more. Until you can take everything until I’m pounding your pussy, your body shakes for me in the sexiest way, and your full tits. Fuck. I’m so hard. I want to come in you so badly.