Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Right after my nap.”
“I already ordered a pot of coffee,” he says. “Room service will be bringing it up momentarily. You can’t succumb, Rory. If you do, you’ll never get on London time.”
“Do I need to get on London time? We are only going to be here a couple days.”
“Yeah, you do. It only takes one day of caffeine. You’ll be fine tomorrow. We’re meeting Ennis for tea.”
“Don’t the English take tea in the afternoon?”
“Yes. We’re meeting him at four o’clock.”
“If that’s not until tomorrow, then there’s plenty of time for me to take a nap today.”
His eyes twinkle. “If you insist on going to bed, it’s going to be up to me to make sure you do not fall asleep.”
I smile.
In a moment he’s next to me, lying on the bed, and I’m in his arms getting kissed passionately.
“I haven’t paid nearly enough attention to your tits lately,” he says. Then he moves on top of me, pushes my shirt up over my chest, kisses the top of my breasts.
In another second, my bra is gone.
“How’d you do that?” I ask.
“Ancient secret.”
“Part of the Brock Steel experience?” I laugh.
“I’ll never tell…”
“I swear, Brock, you have skills I never imagined existed.”
“You have some pretty awesome skills of your own, Rory Pike.”
He clamps his mouth onto my nipple then, while plucking the other with his fingers. Jolts of electricity spark through me as he tugs and munches.
With a movement so fluid I’m not sure when it happens, Brock moves to gentleness, licking the tips, kissing my areola.
Then back to munching, as if he can’t decide whether he’s savoring beluga caviar or chomping on beer nuts.
And damn… It’s hot.
I slide my hands down his back, pull his shirt up so I can feel his warm muscled skin.
He groans and drops the nipple from his lips. “God, your touch, Rory.”
“I know what you mean.”
He sucks on my nipple again, and then he moves to the other while he replaces the fingers of his other hand on this one.
My nipples are so hard. So hard and hot, and I swear I can feel each movement in my pussy.
“Brock, my nipples. Feels so good.”
“Sweetheart, it feels good to me too. I’m so hard for you right now. But I swear to God, I could spend the whole day on your nipples alone. They’re perfect. Dark red-brown and fucking perfect.”
He bites one, the shock arrowing straight to my pussy.
It’s crazy how much I want him. More than I ever imagined wanting anyone of either sex.
Brock Steel is in a class by himself.
It doesn’t matter whether he’s male or female.
He’s Brock.
He’s Brock, and I love him.
All those other times I thought I was in love? It was puppy love at best. This? This goes beyond passion, beyond desire, way beyond lust.
It’s an emotional connection I’ve never conceived before.
If you asked me before, I’d have said I know what love is. I’d have said sure, I’ve been in love.
Now? I know I wasn’t. I know that real love—true love—is something that can’t be described, but when you find it, you know.
But until you find it? You assume. You assume the love you feel is real.
He lets my nipple drop then, and he groans. “Need to be inside you.”
He undresses so quickly he seems to be naked in a flash. Then he unbuttons my pants, and I wriggle out of them as fast as I can.
Then a condom.
I get it. I do.
He rolls it on, and then he climbs atop me and thrusts inside.
I gasp at the beautiful invasion.
Always so complete with Brock. Even the first time, I felt it. I should’ve known then. What is the difference between intense physical chemistry and intense emotional love?
I’m not sure anymore. I think, with the right person, it’s all important. You can’t tell where one ends and the other begins, because it’s a complete thing in its own right.
He fucks me slowly at first, and I grab his shoulders, dig my fingernails into his flesh.
“Harder,” I say.
“Oh no, I have to keep you awake, so I’m going to take my time.”
I sigh then. I can’t be angry. How can I be angry at him for wanting to prolong this physical contact between us?
Though I wouldn’t mind an intense and hard fuck right now.
But he slides in and out of me slowly, going deep and then withdrawing, tickling my pussy lips with the head of his cock.
And then deeply again. Balls deep, so I feel his sack pushing against my perineum.
Damn, it’s all so hot.
He continues his slow strokes for a moment, and then he withdraws completely.
I whimper at the loss, but before I know it, he’s turned me onto my side, still hovering, and then he slides back into my pussy while gripping my ass cheek.
It’s a different feeling, this angle. Something I’ve never felt before, something that exists only between Brock and me. Well…me. He’s probably done it this way many times.