Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
The only thing that’s been the real barrier between us is my dad.
I crease the side of my mouth, knowing we’re both in about as deep as it can get without my dad knowing. And if we’re gonna truly be happy together, there’s only one thing to do about it, and that’s tell him.
I love my dad, and I know Brandon does too, in his own masculine kinda way. And neither of us want to hurt my dad.
And I don’t want it to look like I’m abandoning him.
But what Brandon and I have is different, totally different.
And way more exciting.
But Brandon’s not gonna push me to make any major decisions. Not right now, but it looks like he’s already thought it through a million times.
And probably for a lot longer than I have been.
I mean. My little crush on Brandon has kinda exploded overnight. But I’ll never forget Brandon telling me that he’s wanted me for a lot longer than just one day.
Six months! If I’d known, I woulda been on the first damned plane outta here, on my way to him in a heartbeat.
“You gonna get that?” Brandon asks. My phone springs to life again, making me wonder just how many texts and calls I’ve already missed.
I make a face but know he’s right.
And easing myself from his embrace, I get on all fours and crawl to the edge of the huge bed, reaching for my phone with my naked ass high in the air.
I open my phone, but there’s a low growl from behind me. The bed shifts under me as I feel his strong hands on my hips, and my phone tumbles from my fingers before I check anything.
“Check it,” Brandon says in a deep, commanding tone.
One of his hands is running over my ass, all the way up my back as I feel the heat of his body inch behind me.
“I’ve just seen something of my own that needs checking on,” he muses, making me gasp when his thick hand slides up between my thighs.
I can hear him as he hums low, running a palm over the warm wetness from my sex before he shifts it to his own lips.
“Perfect,” he says aloud.
I have to lean out further to reach my phone and shift my weight back. I can feel Brandon again.
Stiffer than before, his engorged cock was already probing my twitching core.
Taking a sharp breath in, I ease myself back onto him easily this time, panting and whining by the time he orders me to check my phone.
“This is how you like it, don’t you?” he growls, his equally thick and stiff thighs pressed hard against mine.
My head moves in a frantic nod. My phone in one hand and the other gripping the bed sheets.
Brandon filling me from behind makes me hornier than I ever was as a virgin, and I already know that my fascination with his body has just become a fully-fledged obsession.
“Whatever it is,” he rasps, starting to move in and out of me as I thrust my whole body back harder against him, “…it can wait….”
My eyes blur out of focus, my whole body electrified with him inside me again, but he urges me to keep checking my phone.
Showing me how we can have it both ways.
I can still get things done while he does me.
Is that ever gonna work?
I don’t think so, but it feels so good, I’ll try anything he wants. As long as he’s inside me like this.
I can hardly focus on my messages and Brandon, my breasts slapping my phone each time Brandon thrust into me harder and harder.
Making me whine and finally growl once I feel his cock stiffen inside me again. My climax becomes uncontrollable once he shows me just how good it feels when he takes me like this.
“Oh my god… Oh my god,” I grunt.
“I know, I know,” Brandon gasps, digging his fingertips into my waist as he pummels me like a wild animal.
My orgasm mixes with his own again. My legs give out completely, but Brandon’s quick to support me with his strength.
But I’m not just calling out from pleasure.
The bits of my messages I can piece together all spell out one thing.
“Oh my god!” I finally say again between sucking in breaths, my whole body quaking and Brandon keeping a firm grip on me.
Sounding like he’s just run the four-minute mile. Finally, he gasps, “What Is it?” but the only response I can manage is a dry croak before I clear my throat to tell him.
“It’s my tutoring professor from college,” I exclaim, hoping that explains everything, but it doesn’t.
“So?” Brandon asks, and I can feel him throwing his head back, relishing every last second he’s inside me.
“I’m supposed to be tutoring students right now,” I gasp, my hand reaching back for him, begging his body to stay in me just a little longer, letting Brandon know what I prefer doing over what I know I should be doing today.