Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbles. I don’t waste any time situating myself on his lap and letting his dick slide into me. It takes a little bit of maneuvering, and Brick helps me guide him into my quivering pussy. I throw my head back as I descend onto his lap. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder, my muscles feeling every inch of the strain.
“Oh my God,” I sigh. He feels so good inside of me. Nothing has ever felt this good before. I can see myself becoming addicted to the mere thought of Brick Barrister.
He grabs my breasts, massaging them with his big manly hands. I wrap my arms around his shoulder, grabbing onto my elbows for support. I move my hips up and down, finding the perfect rhythm for the two of us.
“Yes, baby. Just like that.” His hands go down my stomach and grab my hips. He thrusts wildly, impaling me over and over with the monster between his thighs.
“Fuck! Brick,” I whine. I remove my hands from my elbows, opting to slide them into Brick’s thick black hair. It twists around my fingers, creating an outlet for all of the tension I am feeling inside of myself.
Our sweaty bodies continue to crash together, slipping and sliding. The more knots that form in my stomach, the more ferocious Brick gets. It’s like a beast has been unleashed. It wasn’t this insane last time, but I love it. I love how he uses my body. I love how he takes charge. I love how he wrings every ounce of pleasure he can from my body until I am wiped out.
“Come on, Tammy. Come on,” he urges me. One of his hands moves from my hip to my clit. I let out a wail as sparks crowd my vision. I convulse while pleasure shoots and up and down my body. Brick’s dick twitches inside of me, and then I feel his cum shooting into my body. It drips down my thigh, coating me in him.
I hold on to him until my body calms down and then hold on for even longer. I don’t want to let go of him. I’ve never felt this good in my life, and I don’t want to lose this feeling.
But another part of me wonders if I’m getting too attached way too quickly. The voice is small enough, so I shut it out, only focusing on the more positive thoughts.
His hand goes up my back, gently caressing me. We stay like this for an indeterminate amount of time. I don’t care how long because I am loving this moment. I could do this forever.
“So, do you want to finish these ceramics?” Brick asks by my ear. I pull my face back and see that he’s smiling. He’s such a goofball. An unpredictable goofball.
“Yeah, let’s.”
Brick and I were able to get our bowl and vase made. We had a few more distractions along the way – being naked really got in the way a few times – but they were fun distractions, so neither one of us was upset. And in the end, we both managed to create something really nice.
“Do you think I should paint it blue or orange?” Brick holds up two vibrant hues.
“Why not use both? They are complementary colors.” He really got into this whole thing. Maybe we could even make pottery a routine for us. I’d love to make ceramics with him on the regular. Especially if it was peppered with sex all throughout. Yeah, the distraction makes the process take a couple of extra hours, but it’s a lot more fun that way.
The two of us finish painting our creations, and then we leave them on a tray with Brick’s name on it. Our clothes are next. I hate to see Brick cover up his magnificent body, but I still get to see his beautiful face, so I’m not too upset.
We glance at one another while getting dressed. I keep thinking he might rush over to me and rip all of my clothes off, delaying our departure even further, but we both behave and manage to redress without incident.
He grabs my trench coat, putting it around my shoulders.
“I think that was the most fun date I’ve ever been on,” I admit. I’ve always been wary about letting guys know how much I like them. Rejection, hurt feelings, all that stuff scares me. It’s easier to protect yourself and your heart when you don’t give it to other people. But Brick makes me feel so at ease, it feels right letting him know that he makes me feel good.
“I’d have to agree. Definitely the most unique. Maybe we can do it again sometime. If that’s something you would like.” He spins me around by the shoulders so that we’re looking directly at one another.