Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
He kisses me again and again, and with each kiss I feel more of my resistance fall away.
“You need to give yourself what you want, Pocket.” He kisses me again. “Not what you think you should want. What you really want.”
He reaches down, picks up my hand, and places it on his dick. Instinctively, I wrap my fingers around him and I close my eyes. He’s soft and hard, and it’s been too damn long without a man.
“You want this.” He cups my jaw and sucks on my lips again. “I know you do.”
I’ve lost control of the situation, or he’s gained control. Either way, I’m screwed… literally.
“I have to have you.” When I look up again, his dark eyes hold mine, and he slowly pulls my shirt off over my head. Then he turns me, takes off my bra, and his open mouth ravages my neck from behind. His hands are splayed across my stomach. Oh my fucking God.
What’s happening here?
Do I tell him to stop? My mind begins to race…. but I don’t want him to stop.
Brock bends and takes my shoes off, and then he pulls down my tights in one quick movement until I’m standing naked before him. His lips take mine aggressively as he pulls me in under the water and pins me against the wall with his body.
Fuck.
Too late…
We stand under the water and he kisses me like his life depends on it.
I’ve never had this before—never been so hot for it that nothing else in the world matters. This is crazy.
Crazy good.
I can feel his hard cock up against my stomach and my nerves flutter.
Nobody will know.
He’s big; bigger than I’ve ever had before. He lifts me, our lips staying connected, and he wraps my legs around his waist and pins me to the wall. His hand reaches up from underneath and he slides three fingers into my throbbing sex.
“Oh,” he inhales sharply. “So. Fucking. Tight.”
We kiss aggressively, losing control. Ah, give me what I need.
“You’re frying my fucking brain, Tully,” he whispers as he starts to work me aggressively with his fingers. I grip onto his shoulders for balance. I can feel his muscles contract as he moves. Our eyes are locked, and God, he looks so beautiful right now.
He kisses me softly, his tongue dancing with mine, our cheeks rubbing against each other’s, and I know this is stupid, but it somehow feels… right?
“Say the word, baby,” he murmurs against my lips.
Oh man. We kiss again and again, and I can’t stand it. His fingers are inside of me, his cock hanging just below.
I shouldn’t be here wanting this, but screw it. How could I walk away from this experience?
Screw everything!
“Fuck me,” I breath. “Fill me up.” We kiss violently. “Give me what I need.”
He inhales sharply and the last of his control slips away when he slams me up against the wall.
Suddenly I remember. “Condom,” I pant. “You need a condom.”
He immediately puts me down, exits the shower, and heads straight for his gym bag. I pant and walk out after him. He bends and takes out a condom and my arousal dissipates a little. “You have a condom in your gym bag? Why am I not surprised?”
His eyes rise to mine. “Don’t give me that fucking tone, Pocket.” He breaks the packet open and rolls the condom on. He pulls me from the edge of the shower and turns me away from him so that I am leaning over the vanity and facing the large mirror in front of us. “This condom was packed in my bag for you,” he snaps as if annoyed. He lifts my leg and impales me in one sharp movement, and I cry out. My mouth hangs open as I stare at our reflection in the mirror. His face hangs over my shoulder, his eyes dark and locked with mine in our reflections.
He hisses. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” He pulls out slowly and pushes back in. I instantly moan and close my eyes.
“Tight.” He groans. “Fucking tight.”
“Brock,” I whimper. “So… good.” I’m stretched out like never before. He’s filling every inch of me perfectly.
He pulls out slowly again, and then pushes back in.
His eyes drop to the place where our bodies meet and he bends me over farther so he can really see our connection. He smiles darkly, completely fascinated.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He slams me hard and I cry out.
Then he’s fucking me, Brock style.
Hard and fast.
So, so hard.
I watch us in the mirror, lost somewhere between Heaven and ecstasy. His face is focused, while my face is completely submissive. My eyes are rolling back in my head. Any hope I had of acting like I wasn’t enjoying this has gone out the window.
He feels good—too good. This is just insanity.
The sound of our skin slapping together rings out in this steamy, heated room. I begin to convulse.