Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I step out of them. “Brock,” I whisper again because I want him to keep going. I don’t ever want him to stop. “Please,” I beg of him.
He brings the panties to his nose and inhales deeply, causing me to blush slightly. “I own these now. And I’ll be using them every day to jerk off into.” He fists the red panties in his hand, and unzips his pants with the other. He pulls his hard flesh out and rubs my panties over his dick.
It’s hot.
Very hot.
“Wow,” I say, licking my lips. “I like watching you do that.”
His eyes shoot back up to mine and he smiles. The smile nearly takes my breath away. He’s just so gorgeous. And endearing, and everything.
I feel myself falling harder, but there’s no stopping it. My chest hurts, and I can’t stop the want and need swimming throughout my system.
“You like this?” he asks, raising a brow while his hand continues to jerk himself off with my panties.
I nod. “I do. I’m so turned on, Brock.”
His smile widens. “You need me to get you off, don’t you?”
I nod again. “Yes. Please.”
“Dress off, now,” he demands.
I quickly do as he asks, not wanting to endure another one of his punishments. I smile at him as I step away and remove my dress. I’m standing completely nude for him, not wearing a bra with the dress, and his eyes drink me in.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Willow. How have I never noticed just how pretty you were?”
I shrug. “Because you hated me.”
He shakes his head. “No, I never really hated you, Willow. In fact,” he blushes, “I actually had a small crush on you in middle school.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’d pull your hair to get your attention, and you hated me.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me you liked me?”
He gives me a coy smile. “I was twelve. I didn’t know how to act around my older sister’s best friend. You all thought I was a pain in your asses.”
I laugh. “Well, that’s true.” I step closer, and his arms rest on my hips as he kisses along my torso. “I don’t think that way now,” I whisper.
His eyes glance up quickly. “Good,” he says before lifting my one leg up to rest beside him on the bed. He leans back, bringing my pussy over his mouth, and we move until I’m straddling his face with him lying flat on his back.
“I’ve never done this before,” I tell him. “What if I suffocate you?”
He hums along my slippery folds. “Impossible.” He nips at my clit, and sinks his fingers into the flesh of my hips as he rocks me over him.
I’m riding Brock Atwood’s face and it feels soooooo good.
My mind tries to process a million things all at once. Like the fact that Brock had a crush on me once upon a time. Or the fact that everyone thinks we’re a couple. Also, the fact that Brock Atwood is giving me one of the most epic orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.
“I’m coming,” I call out as I keep grinding myself against his face. “Oh god, I’m coming!”
I keep going, my orgasm stretching out until I’m clenching, spasming, and moaning through my release. “Brock,” I call out at the height of it all, feeling like my body’s floating. I’m racing toward the sky, rising, until it all comes crashing back down in an unwavering beautiful bliss.
I slide off him, lying on my side along the bed, not even sure where he is at this point as I close my eyes and savor the last little remnants of my orgasm. “Brock,” I whisper.
“I’m right here, Willow. That was amazing. I’ve never done that before either. I’m harder than I’ve ever been,” he whispers.
I open my eyes, watching as Brock moves his body over mine.
“I need to fuck you. I need to fuck you,” he repeats over and over, and I spread my legs.
“Do it, Brock. Let loose on me.”
His eyes lock with mine. “You sure? I’ve been holding back a little because I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shake my head. “You could never hurt me.” I want to say physically. Because I have a feeling I’m not too sure about what he could do to my heart if I gave it to him.
This is fake, I repeat my mantra in my head.
Brock pushes his dick inside me, and I moan out long and hard. “You feel so fucking good, Willow. Fuck,” he groans. He delves in deeper, pushing his thickness deeper inside me. “Feels so good.”
I drag my fingernails down his back, feeling his hot flesh beneath my fingertips. “So do you.”
He pumps harder, and then before I know it, he lets loose, and it’s glorious. His dick dives deeper on each thrust and I spread my legs even wider, inviting him in.