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)
“No,” I say.
“Nope,” Jordan says. “Never been tempted before.”
“Are you saying I tempt you?”
The looks all four of us give her make her go silent for several minutes. For such a smart boss lady, that was a really dumb question.
We finish eating, walk back to the hotel, and without a word, Brittany takes us all back to her room. There’s a king size bed, and we put it to good use, showing Brittany how we feel about her, showing her how good we are together.
When she and I are lying side by side and I’m inside her, I grip her chin and keep her eyes pinned to mine, wordlessly communicating with every thrust how special she is to me, how I want to stay connected like this with her for as long as she’ll let me.
She barely blinks. She holds my gaze and silently responds with an intensity all her own. She makes me want to be the best kind of man I can be. The kind of man she deserves.
I switch up my angle so that my cock hits a different spot inside her, and she cries out my name. A few more strokes and her pussy starts to pulse around me. Brittany grasps at the back of my head and brings our foreheads together, and it’s like that that she comes apart, surrendering to all she’s feeling, letting herself go.
There are tears at the corners of her eyes when she eventually pulls away.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I whisper.
Her eyes widen and I see her inner struggle, the hesitation, the fear of repeating her past.
“I won’t hurt you,” I say. “We won’t hurt you.”
She wipes at the droplets that now trickle down her cheeks. “I want to trust you.”
“We’ll show you.”
Her eyes flutter closed, but her pussy tightens around me as her hand grips the back of my shoulder. She tilts her hips, spurring me on, and I start to take longer, slower, more purposeful strokes.
“Take me, Colin. Take me,” she repeats, digging her nails into my skin.
Her eyes probe mine like she’s looking straight into my soul, and I wouldn’t be able to hold back if I wanted to. I grab her hip to hold her steady, and pour myself into her, every bit of me, all for her.
31
BRITTANY
The men bring breakfast for me again in the morning, but not until after we make love. And yeah, I’m going to call it making love, not because I love them, but because what we do together has gone way beyond fucking.
People don’t look at each other the way they look at me when they’re just fucking. The way they touch me isn’t the same as it was before; the way they hold me afterward isn’t what follows fucking.
It’s intense, and it’s wonderful. I can’t completely push away my nagging doubts, but even with those doubts looming, the sex is the best and most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced.
It’s too good, actually, but maybe that’s what I need to get used to.
Maybe I’ve kissed a thousand toads, or whatever number it takes to find a prince.
Maybe this time can be different.
Owen slips into the shower with me, even though it’s just a small stall. His thick fingers slick with soap, he washes my pussy with a tenderness you wouldn’t think someone as big as him would be capable of. After he rinses me clean, he drops to his knees and gets me dirty again, slipping his tongue between my folds, then sucking my clit until I’m biting my hand, trying to stifle my screams, overcome with how incredible he’s making me feel as he makes me come for the who-knows-how-many time this morning.
Even though he came inside me less than fifteen minutes earlier, he presses me up against the wall, lifts one of my legs and plunges his cock inside me. He’s fully hard and ready to go, and he feels so good, but luckily, the water spraying down on me helps me to stay aware.
“Condom,” I remind him, even though I hate to stop him.
“Oh fuck.” He slides back out immediately. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I got carried away.”
“It’s okay. I just don’t want to risk it.”
“Of course not. Fuck, I can’t believe I did that.” He’s truly regretful, and it’s clear it was an accident, and I can’t help but compare him to guys in the past who tried to be sneaky when they claimed they forgot about my condom rule, or who tried to convince me it was okay because they promised they’d pull out in time. Guys who cared more about their own needs than my safety and peace of mind.
It’s easy to get caught up in the moment — I get that — but Owen respects me, and he’s showing that to me.
I squirt some shower gel into my palm and lather up his cock. I love having him inside me, but a hand job offers an exciting visual factor. He grows longer and harder as I stroke him, and when cum shoots out of his cock, it excites me all over again. If things work out, if things between us can somehow continue, I’m going to want to feel him coming inside me. I want to be sticky and dripping when he fills me up.