Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
But something he said keeps resonating. He wants to bury his feelings. He wants to hide them. Because that’s what he thinks he has to do, because that’s what a real leader’s meant to be, like his father was before him. But that doesn’t have to be Brody.
I slip off him and drop to my knees. His eyes burn into mine as I unbuckle his belt and hurriedly unbutton his jeans, tugging them off, revealing black boxer-briefs. I glide my palm up and down his thick, hard cock, and he grabs my hair, pulling me into a crushing kiss.
I tug at his underwear until they come off. His fingers slide up my shirt and I let him toss it aside before I unhook my bra then press my breasts against his hard dick. He groans, staring, one hand teasing a nipple as I stroke him on my knees.
“I want to ask where this came from, but I also don’t want you to stop,” he says, his voice gruff, one hand on my breasts and the other in my hair.
I lick my palm and stroke him faster. “I was thinking maybe you need to feel something for once.”
“Like my cock in your hand?”
“My hand?” I smile, head tilted. “Who said anything about just my hand?” I lean forward and lick his crown, circling it with my tongue, before taking him deep into my mouth.
He lets out the most satisfying grunt I’ve ever heard in my life as I suck him nice and deep then pull back again. His eyes are heavy-lidded and glossy with lust, and my core’s pulsing with magnetic need.
“I don’t know, baby,” he whispers, and I like when he calls me baby. “I’m not sure I felt that.”
“Don’t get greedy now,” I tease.
“I’m very greedy for you, Elena.”
I take him into my mouth again, sucking him faster as my hand works fast. He moans and leans back on his hands as I take control, one hand on his chest, the other working up and down. Spit rolls onto my palm and I’m being a little sloppier than normal, but I’m just as into this as he is. My body’s vibrating with how much he’s enjoying this, and the noises he’s making are absolute heaven.
“You look so fucking good,” he growls. “My god, Elena, that feels so fucking incredible. Don’t stop.”
I could suck this man’s cock every day if he keeps on appreciating me like that. I go faster, hollowing my lips and sucking harder, and he releases a strangled cry as I go nice and deep. I’m in control now and this is my power, the ability to make him feel even if he thinks he can’t. He wants me, even when he tries to make himself stop, and it’s so gratifying to make him lose control, even for a little while.
“Elena, baby, keep going,” he pleads and I’ve never heard his voice sound like that before. I’m absolutely in love with this man’s dick in my mouth right now. “Don’t stop, baby.”
I moan, unable to help myself, and it takes only two more strokes of my hand and my lips before I taste him come on my tongue. I lap him up, letting him finish before pulling back and swallowing, my head tilted, eyes locked on his.
That fucking kills him. He collapses back with a low groan and drags me up on top of him. I laugh and he doesn’t shy away from kissing me nice and deep.
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure if you felt anything just now,” I say, peppering his neck with kisses.
“I’m pretty sure I felt my soul get sucked out of my cock.”
I slap his chest, laughing. “Don’t be gross.”
“I’m not. I mean it. Fucking hell, baby, that was incredible.”
I snuggle against his neck, grinning. “I like when you call me baby.”
He’s quiet for a second. I’m worried I just ruined it by pointing it out, but then he pulls me tighter against him.
“I like calling you that,” he says. “Now take off your pants and sit on my face.”
“Oh my god,” I say, laughing again, and slap his hands away when he tries to drag me onto him again. “Cut it out. That was a special moment all for you, now don’t try to ruin it.”
“Fine,” he says and sounds genuinely disappointed. “Maybe later.”
“Brody, if you’re extremely nice to me, I will grace you with the present of sitting on your face.”
“Wonderful.” He sighs and looks at me, and I watch some of his calm seep away. “But I should warn you. I’m going out with your brothers tonight.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Excuse me? You just moved in.”
“It isn’t for fun. I told Simon about my family joining the war and he’s already making plans.”
Disappointment and worry shoot through me. “Already? That has to be tonight?”