Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
As Brenna rolled her hips, she coasted her hands up her body as slowly as she could. Lock followed the movement with his eyes. When she reached her breasts, he blew out a harsh breath. “That’s it. Touch ’em. Play with those tits.”
Who could resist such a sexy command? Brenna cupped her breasts, lifting them higher as she stroked her thumbs over her puckered nipples. A sharp shock of pleasure stabbed between her legs, disrupting her rhythm.
“Feed them to me.”
She shivered at the hot command she wouldn’t dream of denying. Brenna leaned forward until she had to catch herself with a hand on the couch next to his head. She held a breast in the other hand, guiding it toward his mouth.
He pulled the nipple into his mouth with a hungry suction that made her cry out. God, she loved the way it felt. He made a satisfied noise, devouring her with licks, hard sucks, and nips that would surely leave marks.
She tried to continue riding him, but every move of her pelvis jerked her breast from his mouth. After he growled his disappointment, she held still and endured the erotic torture.
Just as her eyes drifted closed and she began to float along on a tingly cloud of sensation, Lock released her nipple. Her breasts were wet from his mouth and tender from the pressure of his lips but in the most delicious way. Every time she saw the marks beneath her shirt or bra, she’d be reminded of how he’d feasted on her.
Brenna grunted in protest but wasn’t disappointed for more than two seconds.
“Fuck it.” Lock wrapped his arms around her and flipped them on the small couch. Brenna yelped, but somehow, he managed to not only keep them from tumbling to the floor but to stay lodged deep inside her. Before she could register landing flat on her back, he grabbed her ankles and hiked them over his hips. She crossed them at the small of his back at the same time he surged inside her.
She’d loved being on top, but this is what she craved—his heavy weight crushing her and his powerful thighs controlling the strong thrusts that pushed her up the couch.
Bottom line—Lock in complete control of her pleasure.
She raised her hands over her head, bracing on the arm of the couch to give herself some leverage to fuck back on him.
They fell into the perfect rhythm that had sparks of pleasure dancing across her nerve endings every time he hammered into her. It went on for long minutes until Brenna thrashed on the couch and babbled nonsense combined with moans and whimpers. The need to come bordered on undeniable, but she also never wanted it to end.
Their gazes met and held.
Brenna felt herself transported to another plane of existence, where she and Lock were the only people, and nothing mattered but their pleasure. They were so close, so in tune with each other, that their connection frightened her momentarily. She’d never had sex like this, with her entire heart as well as her body. Lock’s face reflected so much more than physical pleasure. Or maybe she was projecting what she felt.
And she felt so much.
Her throat clogged, and her chest felt heavy. In the most humiliating manner, her eyes filled. What the fuck was happening to her?
Lock buried his face against her neck, and she could have sworn she heard him whisper, “I feel it too,” but was too terrified to ask. Instead, she took the reprieve he gave when he broke eye contact and focused on the physical. She squeezed her internal muscles around him as he drove as deep as possible.
Lock growled into her neck, and his thrusts picked up to a brutal pace. She pushed against the couch until her arms gave out.
The orgasm rushed upon her so fast she never had a warning. “Lock,” she shouted and arched her back as an indescribable pleasure consumed her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him so tight he couldn’t move. It was the only way to ensure she didn’t fly off the planet, and she shook the couch. Her muscles twitched and trembled. Her pussy rippled around him again and again.
“Oh fuck, Brenna,” he said, moving his hips in tiny bursts. “Brenna…” He tensed, letting out a harsh shout against her skin. She clung to him through his climax, loving the way his fingers dug into her ass so hard she winced. She’d done that to him—driven him past the point of controlling his muscles.
And she couldn’t wait to do it again.
Eventually, he relaxed, and his fingers uncurled from her skin. He slumped, becoming a heavy weight, crushing her to the couch. “I know I have to move,” he mumbled into the crook of her neck. “But I think you fucked me to paralysis.”