Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“No. I don’t want to change your mind, but I’m giving you an out if you want it.”
“I don’t want it.”
I don’t reply. Instead, I step back from the wall and place her back on her feet. She sways a little and has to reach out to grip my shirt to steady herself. “Strip.”
“You don’t want to do it for me?” she asks, a hint of that Palmer sass in her tone.
“No.” Reaching behind my head, I grab the neck of my T-shirt and toss it on the floor. “You’re behind, Palmer.” That jumps her into action as she pulls her shirt over her head, and it too lands on my bedroom floor.
She’s wearing a white lace bra that does nothing to hide her hard nipples, the tight peaks begging for my mouth. I lick my lips. I’ll get to that. First, I need to remedy a little something for her. She’s never had an orgasm from oral sex, and I’m about to be her first. Just the thought has me wanting to stand taller and square my shoulders as if the world can tell that I, Brooks Kincaid, am the first man to ever make this beautiful woman’s pussy sing with his mouth.
Fuck, I’m leaking. I’m so ready for her.
I make quick work of my jeans and underwear, my eyes never leaving her body as more and more of her is exposed to me as she strips out of her clothes. I’ve seen her in a bikini several times over the years. It’s an altogether different experience when it’s a bra and panties, especially when I know they’ll soon be on my bedroom floor with the rest of her clothes.
I grip my cock, stroking slowly as I watch as she reaches behind and unclasp her bra. She teases me as she drops each strap slowly before letting the garment fall to her feet.
“You got me naked, Brooks. Now what are you going to do with me?” she asks in her sexy-as-fuck voice. It’s raspy with desire and does nothing to help me control this raging need I have for her.
“I’m going to need you to work with me here.”
“Tell me what you need.” No hesitation on her part. She has no idea what I’m about to ask of her, but she’s ready and willing all the same.
Fuck me, that’s hot.
“Stand on the bed.”
Her eyes widen, but she does what I ask and makes her way to the bed. I follow her, offering her my hand to help her climb up. “Now what?”
I don’t answer her right away. Instead, I run my palms up her calves and over her thighs. I lean in and place a kiss on her quivering belly. I’m still gripping the backs of her thighs. “You’re beautiful.” She doesn’t reply, but that’s okay. I don’t need her to. My touch moves back down to her thighs, and I bend down. Lifting one leg, I toss it over my shoulder. She laughs and buries her hands in my hair for balance. I repeat the process with the other, keeping a hand on her back to steady her. Then I stand.
“Brooks.” She’s breathless as I turn and move us back to the wall. “What are you…?” Her voice trails off as her back hits the wall.
“Hold on, babe. Keep your legs locked.”
“Brooks?”
My hands rise to rest on her hips, holding her where I need her as I swipe my tongue through the folds of her pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” she screams out, and I chuckle before continuing to explore her with my tongue. “This is a little dramatic for the job, right?” She poses it as a question that tells me she’s not sure. It also tells me any fucker before me hasn’t given her his all. Assholes. I don’t know how many there have been, and I don’t want to know. Right now, it’s me, and that’s all that matters. I’m the one doing this for her. I might as well be the first. No one before me counts.
My reply to her question is to suck on her clit. I hear a thump and peer up, never taking my eyes off her to see her head resting back against the wall. Her eyes are closed tight, and she’s biting down on her bottom lip. Her cheeks are flushed, this time from pleasure and not embarrassment.
That fuels my need to devour her. To give her this feeling, this moment in time where she feels the waves of ecstasy crashing through her veins, just from my mouth.
My. Mouth.
Sucking, licking, and nipping, I hold nothing back. Her legs tighten around my neck as they start to tremble. She rocks forward, and I groan. The vibration of the sound against her clit causes her to emit a moan that rivals mine.
“B-B-Brooks,” she breathes.
I suck harder. I want her there. Keeping one hand on her waist to steady her, the other explores until I find her breast. I roll her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and it’s as if that move alone is a trigger to her pleasure. She tugs at my hair, her grip tight as she calls out my name.