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)
He kisses me then. A beautiful kiss—and though it’s not as raw and needy as most of our kisses, it’s full of love. Full of safety.
Which is what he needs.
I take the lead, which I’m not sure I’ve ever done with Brock, but I feel he needs it right now. I don’t mind taking the lead. In fact, I like it.
I entwine his fingers through mine and walk toward his bedroom.
His bed is unmade, and I can’t help a smile. Doesn’t matter.
I cup his cheeks, look into his dark eyes. “I love you.”
He groans. “God, I love you too, Rory.”
I unbutton his shirt slowly, even though I want to rip it in half and watch the buttons fly.
But I feel like slow is what he needs right now.
Slow and safe.
With each new inch of skin I expose, I trail my lips over him. Over his warm flesh, his bulging muscle. When I get to the last button, kissing his abdomen, I part the shirt and brush it over his shoulders.
I stand back for a moment, admire his beauty.
And he is beautiful. Masculine and magnificent and so beautiful.
Of all the men and women I’ve been with in my life, no one compares to Brock Steel in pure physical magnificence. In the pure lustful attraction that I feel.
I kneel before him, unbuckle his belt, unsnap his jeans.
I push them over his strong hips along with his underwear.
His giant cock springs forward, alert and ready.
I kiss its tip, and he lets out a moan.
“God, sweetheart.”
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe.
“No, you are.”
I wrap my lips around his cockhead and suck gently.
His hands go into my hair then, pulling it out of the ponytail and letting it flow over my shoulders.
“Rory…”
I pull back, widen my eyes.
“I need to be inside you.”
“In good time.” I return to my work on his cock.
He’s amazing—beautiful and amazing—and giving him head is pure pleasure. I suck on him for a few moments, relishing the groans coming from his throat, and then I rise, push him to the bed, and pull off his boots, socks, jeans, and underwear. Then I kneel back between his legs and take his cock between my lips once more.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, sweetheart.”
“For now,” I say and then return to this gorgeous cock.
I suck him slowly, languidly, the ultimate tease.
I don’t want him to get too worked up, because he wants to be inside me and I want him there.
But for now? This is a safe place, and I want to do this for him.
Once he’s lubed up with my saliva, I add my hand to increase the friction.
Slowly, a painful tease, I’m sure…
Until he pushes my head away.
“Need you. Now.”
I stand and remove my clothes. Then I turn. “Where are your condoms?”
“Forget the condom,” he says through clenched teeth. “Get back here. Now.”
I obey him.
I obey him because even if I’m not pregnant, I’m at a point in my cycle where it’s unlikely I could get pregnant.
I obey him because I want him now, sans barrier.
I obey him because, even though I never thought I’d obey any man, it feels right to obey Brock Steel in the bedroom.
I climb on top of him and sink down on his hard cock.
And I’m filled. Filled to the brim, and my God, he stretches me so exquisitely.
“Brock…” I breathe.
He captures my lips in a kiss. This is no sweet kiss like before. This is a patented Brock Steel kiss. Harsh and passionate, and I feel it through every part of my body, all the way down to the tops of my toes.
But mostly I feel it in my pussy that’s full of his cock. I position my knees and begin moving around on him, savoring the delicious burn, the flares of fire as he tunnels into me.
He groans into my mouth, into my whole body, and I quiver as lightning strikes me.
My mouth is still fused to his, and my groans…my screams… They’re muffled, but they’re there.
My whole world becomes my body, my pussy, my heart joined to this man.
I move quickly, letting the orgasm flow through me because I want him to join me.
Up, down, up, down… I fuck him hard, fast, and with each stroke, my orgasm plummets me further within the cocoon that is protecting me, enveloping me.
He breaks the kiss then and lets out a long groan. “Coming… Coming so hard…”
He presses me down on his cock, and he’s buried in me balls deep, the end of my orgasm still flowing through me as I feel his release pump into me.
We sit there, my head embedded in his shoulder, our chests clamped together with perspiration.
We stay that way.
For a long, long time.
CHAPTER THIRTY
BROCK
Just what I needed.
Rory can read me like no other. She knew exactly what I needed, and she gave it to me.