Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
He groaned as I rolled my hips over him, his hand flexing on my hip as he slid his tongue against mine. “Tell me,” he said. “Always tell me. Never wait, baby.”
I gasped when his other hand moved beneath my shirt, cupping my breast over the lace. “I didn’t want to bother you,” I admitted, having a really hard time keeping up with the conversation while he was touching me.
He pinched my nipple enough for it to sting, making me whimper before he leaned down, lifting my shirt enough that he could soothe the hurt with his tongue. “You’d never bother me,” he said, pulling the lace down to glide his tongue over the peaked bud. He urged me forward again with that hand on my back, pressing me against him harder, faster. “I could be in the most important meeting of my life, and you could call to tell me what you ate for lunch, and I wouldn’t be bothered.”
I trembled, his words going straight to my head right along with his touch. My body was a live wire he was playing like a mastered instrument.
“Brad,” I sighed his name, tangling my fingers in his hair so I could draw his mouth back up to mine.
He released my shirt, letting it fall back in place as he gently gripped my chin, taking hold of the kiss. He swept into my mouth with his tongue, keeping that firm grip, directing my mouth in whatever way he wanted to kiss me deeper. It was purely animalistic, and it made me liquid as I rocked against him.
Brad tipped my head back, his lips meeting my neck before he lightly bit me. I gripped his hair in response, and he growled from the sting. The stars stretched wide above us, the cool night air kissing my flushed skin as he bit me again, harder this time.
“God, yes,” I moaned, rocking harder against him.
“Enough teasing me,” he groaned, kissing the small hurts on my neck. “Put my cock inside you, my hands are occupied.”
The demand rippled through me, just as the light smack on my ass did with one hand in question.
I reached between us, beneath my skirt, and gripped his length, guiding him to my entrance. I played with him for a few more seconds, teasing my throbbing clit with his head before he growled again.
“Do that again,” I begged, and his eyes locked with mine.
A smirk shaped his perfect lips before he growled again, the sound reverberating right down to my bones it was so fucking sexy.
I sank atop him with one fast, smooth motion, and relished the flare in his eyes as I took him all the way to the hilt.
For a few seconds, we remained still, holding each other’s gazes. He filled me so much I could hardly breathe around the sensation, and I pulsed around him, my body begging me to move.
Brad trailed his hand over the line of my jaw, the look in his eyes just this side of adoring and absolutely starved. It was enough to make me breathless, make me wants things I had no business wanting—like making this my forever.
Then he leaned in and kissed me so softly and with such intention, I almost cried. I clung to him, bringing our bodies flush as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Without breaking the kiss, I rolled my hips, slowly, deliberately.
Brad groaned into my mouth, his hands flying to my hips as I rocked against him. “Fuck, baby,” he said against my lips. “You feel so damn amazing riding my cock.”
“You like that?” I asked, rolling my hips for emphasis.
“Love it,” he said, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
I shivered with delight, all my senses firing. His touch was searing, and the sound of the ocean crashing behind us only reminded me of how very out in the open we were. There were other villas with balconies that could easily see ours, but somehow, that made this all the more exciting. And who fucking cared if someone saw us? Everything was covered, no one would be able to tell what was going on beneath my skirt—which was a lot.
I upped my pace, my nails digging into his shoulders as I rode him harder, faster, giving in to my body’s demands as my pleasure swirled and shivered in my veins.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, eyes scanning the length of my body as I rode him. “Look at you. All breathless and needy. Chasing your release. Fucking love it. Love…” He groaned, his words cutting off as he thrust into me from below, adding to the chase.
“Brad,” I moaned his name, and his hand flew up to cover my mouth. The sensation sent me spiraling, the dominance in it a sharp, blissful thing.
“See if you can come without screaming my name, baby,” he said, nothing but pure pleasure in his eyes.