Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I need to see you,” I say. “I need to see you naked, Brendan. My God…” I lick my lips. “I can’t wait to see you.”
He doesn’t grin. Instead he narrows his eyes slightly, and the bright blue of his irises begins to burn.
“I tried not to get swept away,” I say. “But I need to take this chance. I need to…”
Words fail me then.
Words fail me because Brendan Murphy is unbuttoning his shirt, and with each button, I see more of his ivory flesh.
When his shirt is in a puddle on the floor, I can’t help myself. I gawk at him. I gawk at his chest.
We’ve both lived in Snow Creek our whole lives, yet I’ve never seen him without a shirt. Surely he must go swimming. Why haven’t I seen him at the pool or at the gym?
Because he definitely works out. His muscles are the size of trucks.
His chest hair is just as I imagined. Auburn scattered over rock-hard pecs in the perfect amount.
Part of me wants to reach out and touch him all over.
But part of me resists. Part of me doesn’t want to destroy the feast for my eyes just yet.
Because my God, I could look at him all night…and he hasn’t yet taken his jeans off.
He kicks off his shoes. Then he unsnaps his jeans.
I suck in a breath.
I’m going to see it.
In just seconds, he’s going to free his cock, and I’m going to see it.
I bite my lip, twist my lip ring with my tongue.
The lip ring.
Men love it.
Apparently it feels really good when I suck their dicks.
Except I’ve never been a big fan of sucking dick. It doesn’t do much for me, and I find it very uncomfortable.
But damn…
I want to suck Brendan’s dick.
I haven’t even seen it, and already I know it’s massive, given the size of his bulge. It won’t be an easy blow job, but my God, I want it in my mouth.
He peels his jeans and boxer briefs off his muscular legs, and then he stands before me. Naked. Naked and glorious.
My gaze drops to his cock.
In all its freaking splendor.
Nine inches of glory, and a diameter of…
I don’t know. It’s not a beer can, but it’s close.
No way will I be able to fit my mouth around it.
Except I will be able to because I want to so badly.
What would he think if I dropped to my knees right now? Took that giant cock of his between my lips?
My God.
Who the hell am I?
I force my gaze upward, and I’m rewarded with the sight of his perfect shoulders, chest, abs.
I can’t help myself.
I walk toward him, reach out, touch his pecs.
I expect him to do the same, to cup my breasts.
But he doesn’t.
He stands there. Lets me touch him.
I get it. He wants to go slow with me. He’s already said as much.
Fuck the knight of cups. I’m done with slow.
I take one of his hands and place it on one of my breasts.
This time he sucks in a breath.
I swear to God, my nipples harden even tighter.
“My God, Ava.”
I gasp in another breath, and then I grasp his dick.
“Oh my God…” he growls.
“I can’t believe how magnificent you are,” I say on a sigh. “You’re absolutely perfect.”
“So are you.” He squeezes my breast and thumbs my hard nipple. “I always knew you’d be beautiful.”
“I’m nothing compared to you.”
I’m kind of making myself sick with the way I’m fawning over him, but my words ring true.
Brendan Murphy is a magnificent specimen of a man.
“Tell me what you want,” he says.
“I want you. You made me feel so…”
“You make me feel the same.”
I widen my eyes. “No. I’m talking about when I came.”
“You don’t think I felt that?”
“How could you?”
“Ava, baby, giving you an orgasm gave me a lot of pleasure.”
“Oh my God…”
I nearly lose my footing, but he steadies me. He lifts me in his muscled arms and sets me gently on the bed.
“I can’t wait to get inside you,” he says. “You deserve a night of slow lovemaking, but if I don’t get inside you soon, I think I’m going to go crazy.”
“Please,” is all I say.
“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t plan… I didn’t expect…” He wipes at his forehead. “Christ, I fucked up.”
“I’m on the pill. So just tell me I have nothing to fear from you and let’s go.”
“Nothing,” he growls. “I swear to you I’m clean.”
Then he thrusts his cock inside my pussy.
The burn. The delectable burn.
I cry out at the invasion because he’s so damned massive, but my God, the burn.
“You okay?” he rasps.
“God, yes. I’m more than okay.”
“Thank God, because I have to fuck you.” He pulls out and thrusts back in.
The burn lessens slightly, but it’s still there, like a torch boiling through me.
I love it.
Such a good burn.