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)
“Why?” He gives me a slow sexy smile and holds his hands out to the sides. “Taking a shower is a regular, everyday thing. I just wanted to be clean for our conversation.”
The bastard.
“You want to have a conversation with me with,” I gesture to his groin, “with your dick hanging out.”
He looks down at himself and then back up at me. “Does my dick offend you?”
“Yes.” I gasp. “Your dick offends me.”
I glance down right on cue. That is the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. Okay, sure, I haven’t seen that many but I’m sure it’s the most perfect one there is. For fuck’s sake, this guy is so over confident I don’t even have words to describe him, and why the hell is all this turning me on?
This is un-fucking-believable. How on Earth did I get myself into this situation?
He continues to rub soap over his chest before he moves down and soaps his groin area up. I have to concentrate to stay focused on his face again.
“Why?” he asks.
I frown. “Because… because…” I search for the right choice of words. “Because it’s the assumption that I am comfortable with you being naked that offends me, and I’m definitely not... comfortable.” I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. “I’m so not comfortable right now.”
“If it makes you feel any better, you should know that I’m completely fine with you taking your clothes off, too.” He shrugs casually. “For our discussion.”
I smirk. “You’re an idiot.”
He smiles that sexy smile again and I feel my insides begin to melt. “I think I’m just honest.”
“How is this being honest?”
“Well…” He pauses as a moment as he soaps up his groin again.
“Will you stop doing that!” I snap. “It’s very distracting.” I concentrate hard on keeping my eyes up to his face.
“Big dicks don’t lie.” He says with a lifted brow.
I stare at him, completely lost for words, and I really want to hoot with laughter. “You did not just say that?”
Chapter 4
His eyes are alight with mischief. “It’s true. Big dicks don’t lie, and I have a few truths to show you.”
Unable to help it, I smirk and my eyes drift back down. “You’re distracting me again with…” I put my hands out towards his groin, “that.”
He smiles sexily. “When I do this?” He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it.
My eyes widen, and I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Does this distract you?” He breathes.
He strokes again, and his dick hardens even more. Holy mother of fuck. I shake my head and I try to act cool. “M-maybe. Yeah,” I mumble shakily.
As if spurred on. “What about when I do this?” he whispers darkly, putting his leg up onto the shelf before he really begins to pull himself. I frown as I watch him. I’ve never seen such a sexually confident man before. It’s very overwhelming.
Oh God.
His chest has a scattering of dark hair, and he has that trail of hair that goes from his navel down to his neat, short pubic hair. I can see every muscle in his stomach and arm as he strokes himself.
“I should… go,” I whisper.
“Do you really want to go?” He strokes slowly. “Or do you think you should go because that’s what a good girl would do?”
Sweet Jesus.
Be a bad girl, be a bad girl, be a bad girl.
My mouth goes dry and I press my lips and squeeze my legs together.
“Nobody is here, Pocket.” He slowly strokes himself and then closes his eyes in pleasure.
I watch him, entranced. Every cell in my body has begun to pump and I can hear my pulse in my ears as my body goes into overdrive.
“Nobody will ever know what happens between us,” he breathes. The room is filled with steam and the water is beading over his face.
My eyes meet his.
“If you want something, Pocket,” he licks his lips slowly, “you should take it.” He jerks his cock with force and I feel it in my sex. I clench to try and stop my arousal from clouding my judgement.
My eyebrows raise.
Dear father, forgive me, for I am about to sin. I’m going straight to hell on the Slut Bus.
Brock curls his finger. “Come here.”
I stand and watch him.
“Come here, my Tully Pocket,” he commands.
Like a zombie in a trance, I do just what he says, and I walk to the side of the shower. Extra slowly, he leans down and kisses me. His lips are soft and he sucks them at just the right pressure. He towers over me, and I can feel the heat omitting from his large body. My hands reach up to rest on his large biceps as he kisses me softly. I’m trying hard to ignore the fact that he’s completely naked.
My eyes close as pleasure takes over.