Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Brynn,” I say in a strangled tone.
Staring into my eyes the whole time, she pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing large, perfect breasts and a tiny waist. My brain explodes and I can’t help it. My self-control is gone at this point, and I reach for her, running my hands over the soft swell of her stomach and hips. Moaning slightly, she arches under my touch, bringing her tits closer to my mouth and her hips flush to mine. I feel myself harden even more while taking a nipple in my mouth, pulling her tip in deep. Brynn gasps, running her fingers in my hair, gripping it while keeping my mouth on her. Then she begins to grind against my erection, trying to satiate herself, all the while driving me beyond my control. I have to feel her naked against me, I have to be inside her, and nothing else matters. The rational part of my brain tries to hold me in check, telling me it’s way too soon. After all, I’m in the middle of a lie and I don’t have protection. Goddamn this stupid island and its lack of supplies.
I pull my tongue away from her breast, barely able to breathe. But then she looks up at me, those chocolate eyes glazed as her breasts heave.
“Tom, please,” she whispers, moving against me. “I need you.”
I groan, and at the sound of my name leaving her lips, my mind shuts down and my body takes over. I wrap my hand in her curls and pull her down, kissing her hard. I move my other hand from her nipple to the hot center between her open legs.
“Oh God, Brynn,” I growl. “You’re so wet.”
At the touch of my hand, she gasps and surges forward, taking my fingers deep inside her. I stand up, pushing bowls and bottles to the floor. I grab her soft, lush ass and lift her up on the table. Brynn fumbles with the string on my shorts while I rip her sweats down to her ankles. I keep reaching inside with my fingers, stroking her wetness while driving her senseless.
“Ohhh!” she moans, leaning back. “Tom!”
Like a desperate man, I take her breast in my mouth, sucking hard. Then I feel her soft hand on my cock. Shock waves go through my dick, and I jerk violently as pleasure threatens to overwhelm me. Then, before I can say anything, Brynn pushes my hand away and puts my tip right at her hot opening.
I have just enough control left to look at the beautiful woman to make sure this is what she wants. Her eyes are closed and she’s biting down on her bottom lip. At my hesitation, she opens her eyes.
“Brynn, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Are you sure…?”
“God yes,” she moans. “Hurry. Please.”
That’s all I need to hear. I push into her slowly, closing my eyes at the sheer pleasure that flows through my veins. She’s tight and wet and perfect. She throws her head back, moaning as I slide deeper inside her. The curvy girl claws at my hips and gyrates against me, whispering, “Faster.”
“Hold on,” I gasp. “Wait.”
But there’s no waiting.
“No Tom,” she whispers. “Harder. Now.”
“Oh God,” I growl and bury myself to the hilt.
The lush woman gasps as I start to thrust into her. Each stroke is pure heaven, and Brynn is saying my name over and over, urging me on. I can feel her start to orgasm around me, clamping tight while bringing on my own release
“Oh Tom, now!” she pants deliriously. “Now, now!”
I groan as I feel myself finishing inside her. She ripples around me, drawing my seed deep, and my vision goes black because all I can feel is Brynn. She’s perfect and as we moan our delight together, I know in my heart that things just got really serious.
5
Brynn
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Tom and I make love several more times after dinner. He’s insatiable but then again, so am I. I want him so much, and I’ve never felt this way before. It’s not just the way he knows exactly what I need, but also the way he talks to me and makes me laugh. The way he runs his hands over my body and tells me how beautiful I am. He makes me feel complete, and like I deserve happiness.
I know this is totally bonkers because we just met. Again, he could have an extensive criminal record, and I wouldn’t know. But something in me tells me that it’s not true. Sure, Tom can be domineering, especially when he’s throwing me around on the mattress, but he’s also a softie too. Only a man with a sensitive side would cook up omelets and watch with satisfaction as I wolfed them down like a hungry hippo.
Now, I watch him sleep, still blown away by how sexy he is. I run my hand over his chest, feeling the muscle there and smiling as his skin erupts into goose bumps at my touch. Contentment runs through my veins, and I sigh before closing my eyes. Then I hear it. What is that?