Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“How’d you sleep?” she asks, sliding her hand over my abs and gently tickling me there.
I pull the covers away from her face and turn to get a better look at her. “Who are you?” I ask.
Brittany smiles an even more beautiful smile; what a way to start my day. “Guess you were expecting me to freak out?”
“Ding, ding, ding. Still expecting it, actually.” Knowing that I’m pushing my luck, I slide my arm around her and pull her closer. “Did you sleep okay?”
She nods, but gets a distant look in her eyes. “I had a nightmare a few hours ago, but I fell back asleep.”
“You should have woken me up,” I say, stroking my thumb over the soft skin of her arm. “Was it about what happened last night at the bar?”
She nods again. “Yeah.”
“I wish I’d had the chance to punch that guy.”
“I’m glad you didn’t get into a fight.”
“It’s against the rules, right?” I say, and she grimaces. I tip her chin up so she’s looking at me. “Listen … I know I irritate you, but I’d never let anyone hurt you.”
She pulls a face, playfully mocking my earnestness. “Are you going to tell me you love me, now that we’ve had sex?”
I swing a leg over hers, tipping her onto her back so I can straddle her. “No, I’m going to fuck your brains out because you irritate the hell out of me.”
She laughs as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Good, because that’s exactly what I want you to do.”
For having just woken up, I move quickly to find a condom packet on the nightstand and unroll it onto my cock. Some part of me still expects Brittany to turn back into Brittle Britt, but as I press into her pussy, which is already wet and ready for me, she’s the exact opposite of brittle.
Her body molds itself to mine, most especially the part that’s wrapped around my cock like it was made specially for my pleasure.
“Give it to me hard,” she says, lifting her hips to meet me the next time I push into her.
“Yeah?”
“Guess you don’t mind some orders, do you?” she says.
“Not. At. All.” With each word, I thrust into her, happy as can fucking be to give it to her exactly how she wants it, especially if she wants it hard.
Zane, who’d somehow still been asleep up until now, wakes up, gives us a long look, then leaves to go into the bathroom, and I take the opportunity to drive into Brittany so hard that the big, sturdy bed rocks on its legs, thumping into the wall.
“Jordan … you’d better … not …” She might be trying to warn me against making so much noise with the bed, but she can’t form a sentence because I’m knocking the breath out of her, and I already know this is going to be the highlight of my day. Probably my week, too, and maybe my year. Big-mouthed Brittany, speechless ‘cause I’m fucking her so good. God, I love her big mouth and everything that comes out of it.
She digs her fingers into my back, holding on for dear life as I work up a sweat quicker than I ever have.
“So … good,” she says.
Damn right.
“You like that?” I grab onto the head of the mattress for leverage, and switch up my strokes from hard and fast, to harder and deeper.
“Yeah.” Her response comes out on a gasp.
“You like taking it rough from my big cock?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Jordan.” Her fingernails dig deeper into my flesh. Britt gets off on dirty talk.
“You like my hard cock pounding into your hot, wet pussy?”
“Oh yeah!”
I twist one of her nipples and she screams, her pussy clamping around my cock, her body stiffening beneath me. I keep pumping into her, keep twisting, keep filling her ears with filthy descriptions of what I’m doing to her and what I want to do to her in the future, and she keeps coming, crying out my name, making me feel twenty feet tall and invincible.
Before she recovers, I’m right behind her, my balls tightening, then emptying, pouring themselves out, wringing me dry, laying me flat. I’m completely spent and drained, and yet I feel like I could take on the world.
When it’s over, I kiss her, because I want her to feel everything I’m feeling. I need her to know that this was something special. We may spar and we may joke, but this is what’s real.
“That was really good,” she says when I pull away. It’s an understatement, by a mile. It was incredible, and I want to tell her that, but instead I just kiss her again.
Zane’s come back, and when I move away from Brittany, he moves in, starting off with small talk about her sleep, brushing the hair out of her eyes.