Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I don’t know if my mumbled reply is responsible for the lowering of his hand, or if it’s his wish to make me so wet he won’t face any resistance when he switches from one finger to two. Whatever it is, I’m grateful when the hand he had clamped around my mouth drops to my stomach. He pushes down just above the region pubic hair is meant to be before he drags the tips of the fingers inside me along the roof of my pussy.
“Damn…” My thighs shake along with my words. “I don’t think I can’t scream.”
“Keep them inside, and I‘ll teach you how you should have gotten yourself off when you teased me in the tub.” The sting that came with his underhanded dig at my inexperience doesn’t hurt as much when he murmurs, “I need to taste you again.” He blows a hot breath over my clit before locking eyes with me. “But you need to be quiet, okay? We don’t want any interruptions.”
“Okay,” I murmur, willing to say anything to get his mouth back on me.
When the bumps on his tongue make contact with my clit, I slap my hand over my mouth a second before my throaty groan can erupt. Brodie’s lips lift against my scalding skin for barely a second before he circles his tongue around the aching bud and sucks it into his mouth.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against my pussy when my moan comes out as a long, nasally exhale instead of the scream a rush of euphoria like this usually demands.
I’m biting on my palm, hopeful a sting of pain will stop me from screaming, but it adds to the tension bubbling in the lower half of my stomach. I’m seconds from detonation, as turned on now as I was when I pretended it was Brodie’s hand wandering over my body in the tub nights ago.
“Oh…” That sounds more like a moan than a breathy chant, but it can’t be helped. The sensation is amazing. He’s eating me and finger fucking me at the same time. My senses are overloaded. I’ve never experienced such a need before. “Please…”
“Fuck,” Brodie murmurs when he hears the plea in my voice as easily as I do. I’m desperate to scream, and he’s just as eager to hear me.
When his eyes flash to the door that separates his room from the bathroom, and hesitation crosses his face, I say, “My room. It’s the furthest from Lucy’s. She won’t hear us there.”
He appears pleased by my suggestion for half a second. “You only have a single bed.”
“Which has more than enough room for you to pin me to the mattress and fuck me senseless.”
The hesitation on his face seconds ago jumps onto mine when he says, “How did you ever get through nanny school with such a filthy mouth?”
“They have schools for nannies?”
I’m saved from wrenching my foot out of my mouth when Brodie shrugs. “Fucked if I know, but if they do, there’s no way you’d pass with flying colors.”
“It isn’t easy to be quiet when someone has their head between your legs.”
When Brodie pulls a face as if to say I wouldn’t face an issue, I accept his nonverbal challenge by falling to my knees, taking his shorts with me, and curling my hand around his cock.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”
Brodie’s hand shoots out to scratch at the wall when I wrap my lips around the head of his thick cock.
“Shhh,” I demand before drawing him to the back of my throat.
His nostrils flare as ruefully as mine did when he had his head between my legs as I withdraw to the tip before using the droplet at the end to gloss up my lips. The slippery wetness of his pre-cum makes my descent the second time around a lot smoother and has Brodie’s breath trapping in his throat.
His cock is so rigidly thick it is almost beastly. It is also long and beautiful, a perfect representation of the male anatomy. It’s too big for my mouth, so I can only imagine how snug it will be once our exchange switches from foreplay to the finale.
My pussy wets at the thought of being stretched so wide.
I want it all.
Every bit of him.
Even if it is painful.
“More,” Brodie demands as his hand finds its way to my hair. “Take me deeper.”
He groans with me when a gag vibrates on his knob. It is the most erotic noise I’ve heard, but it doesn’t stop me from shushing him before attempting to generate more noises of pleasure for me to silence.
I fuck him with my mouth until the tension reaches boiling point, and Brodie pulls me off his cock with a rough tug on my hair. “I haven’t come with company in years, so the first time won’t be down your throat.”