Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
My hips were restless then, rocking against him more urgently, but not quite getting what my body so badly needed.
More.
Everything.
Him.
His lips ripped from mine, leaving them sensitive and swollen, as he targeted lower, pressing against the column of my throat, and I arched my head backward, inviting more.
His hands drifted—down from my neck, up from my hip—and met at the hem of my shirt just as his lips were prevented from drifting lower by the collar of my shirt.
He drew the material up, his heated gaze on mine, until my arms went up, allowing him to remove my tee.
Then his eyes moved down, taking in my bare chest, his hands moving up almost instantly, covering my breasts, teasing his thumbs over the pebbled points of my nipples, working them until they were hard and straining.
Then and only then did he anchor an arm around my back and lean me backward as his head dipped.
A white-hot jolt of need coursed through me as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, pulsing his lips around it as the desire pooled in my core intensified, making a shiver rack my system and a throaty, desperate moan escape me.
Brooks hummed around my nipple for a second before his teeth grazed me, a hint of a pain I found myself craving enough to press further into his mouth.
This time, it wasn’t a scrape, but a full-on bite, that had my legs losing their strength, dropping me fully against his lap, his hardness pressed against my cleft, making me cry out.
I needed the rest of our clothes off, for him to grab me, and surge inside of me. I felt like I couldn’t draw in a breath until he was settled deep, until he was moving inside of me.
But Brooks wasn’t done tormenting me yet.
He moved across my chest, giving that nipple the same frustrating teasing treatment while I wiggled against him, trying to get relief from the clawing need in my core.
Just when I thought he would never move past my chest, his hands were grabbing my hips, shoving me back hard, shocking me enough to move on instinct, pulling my legs from under me, and standing in front of him, settled between his spread thighs.
His hungry eyes did a slow sweep of me before his gaze found mine.
Then his hands were grabbing the waistbands of my pants and panties, dragging them down over my ass, hips, thighs, baring me completely. As he sat there fully dressed.
As strong as the urge was to reach out, to start stripping layers off of him as well, I found myself frozen under the intensity of his eyes as they moved over me again, this time, his fingers teasing up my thigh, over my hip, ribs, under my breasts, then back down again.
He grabbed my leg, yanking it up, placing my knee on the arm of the couch, spreading me.
He wasted no time lowering down, then tracing his tongue up my cleft with the kind of softness that had my thighs shaking before, finally, he was tracing slow circles around my clit.
I was already so damn close.
It only took seconds before I was pushed toward that edge.
But he seemed to sense it, moving away, tonguing me everywhere but where I needed it most.
I rocked restlessly, little whimpering sounds escaping me, too far gone to care how needy I sounded.
“That’s it,” he murmured, teasing his tongue ever so slightly inside of me. “Ride my face,” he added, making a cramp of need seize me.
Suddenly, I was grabbing the back of his head, yanking him back up slightly, getting him where I needed him.
His tongue obligingly moved out, but didn’t work me.
On a frustrated sound that was dangerously close to a snarl, I held him against me, and started to rock myself against his tongue.
Another of those rumbles moved through him at that, like he was loving it, like it was exactly what he wanted.
Which was good, because I was too close to stop as I kept rocking, harder and harder, my fingers digging into his skull as his own slipped back to grab my ass.
Just like that, I angled my movements, and his tongue flattened hard against my clit, the pressure sending the orgasm screaming through my system, making my legs go weak.
Brooks moved back, helping me fall down onto him as the delicious pulsation kept moving through me, dragging me into the pleasure again and again until, finally, it left, leaving me boneless against him, my head tucked into his neck, panting for breath.
“You like coming on my mouth, huh, baby?” he asked.
As sated as I was, those words made a pained little cry escape me in response.
Who would have thought that the very reserved Brooks would have such a dirty mouth?
Just the idea of what else he might have to whisper in my ear as he touched me, as he surged inside of me, had need blooming through me once again.