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)
I hesitate.
“Take me.”
I nod again, and he pulls out to kiss me. His lips suck on mine with just enough pressure to drive me wild, and he dusts my face with the backs of his fingers.
He slides his cock back in, and this time it’s as if he has no control. He grabs my hair in his hands aggressively and begins to ride my mouth. “Fuck, yeah.” He hisses.
I smile around him, spurred on by his arousal.
In, out, in, out. I bare my teeth and his head tips back. I feel a hard jerk and then I taste his salty arousal as it slides down my throat.
I drink it down.
His body convulses as he empties himself deep down in my throat, and I watch him slowly come back to Earth.
He has this glow. His body is covered in a perfect sheen of perspiration. I’ve never seen anything more perfect. I run my hand up his behind, kissing his lower stomach tenderly as he pulls out. Brock stills and holds my head close to his body for a moment. I look up at him in question. His haunted eyes search mine.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper as he pulls me to my feet.
He runs his fingertips down my face. “Nothing, baby,” he whispers before kissing me. His eyes close as he tastes his own arousal in my mouth, and then he slowly seems to regain his focus.
He walks to his bedside and takes out a box of condoms.
“I don’t want that,” I say.
“You don’t want what?”
“Have you always used condoms?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve only ever had one partner apart from you.”
He frowns, as if confused.
“If we’re only going to be with each other from now on, I don’t want you to wear a condom.”
He hesitates as he stares at me.
“I’m on the pill.”
Fear flashes across his face. “I don’t want a baby, Tully. I’m not ready for any accidents.”
“I know.” I walk over and kiss him as my hands drop to his behind. “Trust me.”
He frowns as our lips meet.
“Trust me,” I repeat.
I can see his internal struggle with this. God, he’s never trusted a woman enough to do this.
“If I’m trusting you not to hurt me, you can trust me not to trap you,” I tell him. I can’t believe I’m begging for this. “I want all of you inside of me.”
He drops his head and stills for a moment. What the hell? This is a really big deal for him.
“How do you want me?” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine, and I can tell he’s still not sure if he wants to risk coming inside of me. “On your knees on the bed,” he says devoid of emotion.
I kneel on the bed, bending over to rest on my elbows so that my behind is in the air, waiting for him. Brock inhales sharply and runs his fingers over my back entrance, remaining silent.
Oh fuck. I close my eyes and drop my head at the feel his tongue there.
I hold my breath. Oh. Dear. God. I try to move forward but he grabs my hip bones and yanks me back onto his face, his stubble burning my cheeks.
Fuck.
He licks me while his four fingers slide through the swollen lips of my sex.
I’m so wet it’s ridiculous. The sounds of my wet arousal and my shallow breaths are the only things to be heard.
With his tongue lapping at my back entrance, he slides three fingers into my sex and I moan when he presses my back and pushes me down onto the mattress aggressively.
I can see his cock through my legs and its already hard again. Pre-ejaculate is beading once more, and it begins to drip. God help me.
He adds another finger, which makes me whimper from the burn. He begins to pump me hard, so hard that the bed begins to rock. I can see every muscle in his shoulders and arm contracting from his reflection in the mirror in front of me. Holy fucking God.
He slowly feeds his hard cock into my sex, forcing my mouth to fall open as the pleasure takes over. He rubs saliva into my back entrance and slides his thumb deep inside.
My body instantly convulses.
“Hold it.” He growls.
My knees feel like they are going to give way beneath me. I’ve never felt anything like this. With my hip-bone firmly in his hand, he begins to rock me back onto his body. I’m being taken by his thumb and his cock, and to be honest, I don’t know which feels better.
Brock hisses in approval. “That’s so fucking good, Pocket.”
I nod, unable to speak.
“Do you feel it? Feel how deep I am inside of you?”
I nod again. Oh God, this is too good.
He begins to really give it to me with deep, hard drives, until I can’t even see anymore. His possession has completely blinded me. He raises a leg to rest on the mattress, his other taking his weight, and I cry out at the change of his position, convulsing as I’m thrown forward by a bone-shattering orgasm.