Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Turning my head, I gave him more access as I let myself fully submerge in that moment, in the sensation of his lips, the feel of his warm breath on my skin.
His tongue circled the pulse point in my throat before moving down, running kisses over my collarbone, then down between my breasts.
The dress was tight, impossible to slide down, so his face just rested there for a moment before he was moving downward.
Sitting back on his heels, his hands went to my skirt, sliding it up my legs, then thighs, having to tug a bit to get the tight material up over my hips, where he left it.
His hungry gaze slid over my thighs, then the swatch of barely-there lace panties between.
His hand flattened, sliding up my calf, back of my knee, then up my thigh to slip inward, grab the material, and start pulling it down.
Thoughts proved impossible right then.
All that existed was the moment, the way he was focusing on me, the sensations coursing through me.
Panties gone, my thighs pressed together until Brock’s hands were moving up my legs once again, gently putting pressure on my knees until they parted for him.
He let out a little sighing sound at the move as he bent forward, pressing a kiss to the side of my knee, then the other, before his lips were moving up the inside of my thigh, getting closer and closer to where I needed him most, where the need was so acute it was almost painful.
Then, just when I was sure that I couldn’t take the sweet torment for a moment longer, his face was between my thighs, his tongue was sliding up my cleft, then teasing across my clit.
My whole body jolted at the contact before a shiver coursed through me and a low whimper escaped my lips.
Against me, Brock let out a groaning sound as he kept working me, as he started to drive me upward.
His hands massaged my thighs, then guided my legs over his shoulders.
My hips rocked restlessly against him as my back arched off the couch.
Brock’s hand slid between us, his fingers teasing at the entrance of my body, fingers tapping for a long moment before finally sliding inside of me.
His tongue circled and his fingers thrust, then turned, and curled to tease over my top wall as my muted whimpers became moans. My fingers tangled in his soft hair, holding him to me as he pushed me right to that edge, then tossed me over, leaving me to crash down into the orgasm.
My body was still shaking from the release when he was pulling away, kissing back down my thigh, then lifting up and coming over me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured before his lips claimed mine again.
I should have felt sated.
But there was renewed desire quickly flickering from flame to fire.
My greedy hands were grabbing at his jacket, shoving it down his shoulders, and tossing it to the floor.
“We can stop,” he murmured against my lips.”
“No, we can’t,” I objected as my fingers went to his bowtie, and then the buttons of his shirt, pulling that off, and tossing it into the growing pile on the floor as well.
His cock was straining against his pants, pressing into my hip, promising perfect fullness, and relief from the clawing need within me once again.
I tried to fuss with his belt, but it stubbornly refused to budge.
“Brock, please,” I begged.
He shifted his weight backward and off of me, balancing on his knees as he looked down at me.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said as his gaze moved over me.
My heart felt like it swelled in my chest at those words.
But the need for him was stronger than wanting to bask in the admiration in his eyes right about then.
My hands went to his belt once again, yanking at it, a move that got a small, sexy little chuckle out of Brock as he took my hands and slid them to his thighs so that he could work the frustrating belt loose, then pulling it off and tossing it to the ground.
My hands moved back upward, working his button and zipper free, then sliding his pants down his hips.
My fingers moved across the front of his boxer briefs, teasing the thick length of his cock.
His gaze was molten as I pulled down his boxer briefs, exposing him, then closing my hand around him.
A shudder coursed through him at the sensation.
But then he was reaching back for the wallet in his pocket, pulling out a condom foil, and tossing his wallet aside.
I stroked him for just another moment before letting my hands fall away, so he could slide on the protection.
Once he was done, my hands moved up his sides to grab his arms, pulling until he folded forward and pressed down onto me.