Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Brooks's forbidden taste was like a drug and after just a few pumps in his body with my tongue, I pulled out of him and climbed to my feet. My own patience had fled. I slathered a thin coating of lube on my bare cock and then positioned it at Brooks’s entrance. His body was as tight as the night before as I began to push into him. I wondered if it would always be that way, no matter how many times I fucked him.
There was a little voice inside my head that reminded me that this needed to be the last time, but I silenced that voice right before I shoved my cock deep inside Brooks's body.
Chapter 11
Brooks
If I hadn't had my hand over my mouth when Xavier drove into me, we surely would have been discovered.
And I wouldn't have cared. In fact, I would've told any intruder to get the fuck out and leave us alone because there was no way I was going to give up the chance to be with this man again. Even if I did know that it was a fool’s errand, that I'd end up getting hurt again. As I’d told Xavier, I’d spent much of the evening staring at and touching the spot where he’d bitten down on my skin. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about how it was like he'd claimed me as his own. I'd even taken my own dick in hand several times throughout the evening as I'd remembered that specific moment.
I still couldn't believe I’d told him any of it.
By morning I’d managed to pull myself together enough to do some work and had actually made some progress. But when I had to go into the barn to talk to Xavier about the account that was confusing me, I had to give myself a good ten-minute pep talk about how I was going to behave. It was one thing to live out the secret memories in the privacy of my room, but it was entirely another to show the man that he’d had any effect on me. Especially after the way he'd dismissed me the night before.
It'd been very difficult to keep that mask of indifference in place, especially when Xavier had touched me and then pulled me to the corner of the barn. My heart had done little flip-flops of joy when he’d started to question me, but even then I hadn’t let myself believe that it could be anything more than the one-night stand he’d so clearly wanted it to be.
But the second his mouth had touched mine, I hadn't even pretended that I wanted to fight him. I hadn't thought about the consequences at all. I still wasn't. And the fact that I’d been the one to hint at the idea of wanting him bare inside of me… I didn't even know who the person who’d had the balls to admit to something like that was.
It was happening, though. He was hot and hard and heavy inside me. Naked. It felt like he was burning me from the inside out in the best way possible. I felt every vein and ridge of his cock more than if he’d been wearing a latex barrier. The lube had already absorbed the heat from his body, so there was no chill. His balls were pressed up against my ass and the rough hairs of his groin scratched along my skin as he made a little circle with his hips to seat himself within me as fully as he could.
I felt stretched to the brink.
Full beyond comprehension.
And so fucking complete.
I wanted to beg him to move, even though my ass was screaming in pain. I craved the burn that came with the pain which would ultimately turn to pure pleasure. I'd always gotten off on the idea of rough sex but hadn't had a lover who’d ever actually treated me that way. Nor had I had the guts to ask for it. Sure, there'd been plenty of times where my partner had screwed me quickly, but somehow there’d been something missing. I’d almost always gotten off, but there'd never been a need to go back to that particular person. And emotionally, there’d never been a connection with anyone.
I’d thought I'd loved the guy who’d taken my virginity, but the things I was feeling with Xavier were miles and miles above those emotions. I didn't know what to make of that… honestly, I didn't want to think about it at all. I just wanted to feel. Thinking too much always seemed to be my downfall.
Xavier's hands were gripping my hips as he bumped into me with tiny little teases. I wanted to tell him to just get on with it, but I was breathless. I was his toy.
It was exactly what I wanted.