Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I rock my hips upward, hitching my ankles over his hips, and sliding my clit against his hard length. My body is on fire, heat pumping through my veins and trailing along my flushed skin by his touch. It’s almost too much, yet not enough at the same time.
I need more.
“Please, Brock,” I murmur, thrashing my head to the side as he nips at my nipple and soothes the sharp ache by licking it.
“I’m not done loving on you yet,” he informs me, kissing across my not-so-flat belly.
“Later. I feel like I’m going to combust.”
He chuckles, warm breath tickling my skin. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
I shake my head as he kneels between my legs, just staring down at me. “Let me grab my pants.”
“No,” I reply, reaching for the nightstand drawer and grabbing the box of condoms I slipped inside earlier when I arrived in my room.
“My girl is prepared. I like that,” he says with a laugh, ripping open the box and removing a strip of protection. “We’ll just set these aside. Something tells me we’re going to need them all.”
I take the single foil packet and pull it open. Brock hooks his fingers beneath my panties and shimmies them down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder. My hand wraps around his cock once more as I grip the base and give it a little tug before positioning the protection at the head.
“Your hands are magic.”
“Funny, I say the same about you,” I say, slipping the condom into place.
Brock returns to his position between my thighs, reaching down and sliding the tip of his cock against my clit. “Ready?”
“More than ready. Make me yours.”
Something dark flashes in his eyes as he presses the tip against my body and slowly pushes inside. Brock Williams isn’t a small man, and no I’m not referring to his imposing six-foot four body. His cock is large and thick, and I can feel the stretch and slight discomfort of him invading me. “Fuck, Sunshine,” he groans, not even halfway in yet.
When I tilt my hips up, he’s able to slide the rest of the way in, burying himself completely. “Oh, God,” I groan. I swear he’s pushing against the back of my uterus.
Brock claims my mouth, yet remains completely still, seated deep inside me. “Mine.”
“Yes, yours. Only yours.”
“Damn straight,” he declares, propping his hands on the mattress beside my head, getting into position. “Ready?”
I barely have time to nod before he pulls out and pistons forward, the mattress slamming against the headboard bolted to the wall. Over and over again, he fills me completely—mind, body, and soul. Brock grips my hips, gently lifting me to meet his thrusts. All I can do is close my eyes, too overcome by the amazing sensations, the utter rightness of this moment.
He leans down, taking my lips with his, our tongues sliding together in perfect harmony. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, of how fucking amazing you feel,” he mumbles, rocking his hips to the same silent rhythm.
“Me either,” I groan, unable to fight off the overpowering desire for release. “I’m so close.”
“Yeah? Tell me what you want.”
“I need to come. So badly.”
He chuckles, nuzzling my ear, and slowly rocks forward once more. “How many times do you want to come, Sunshine?”
“Just once. Now.”
Again, he laughs, the sound low and dirty. “Oh, no. Never just once. There will always be the first one, and then another one. You ready?”
Unable to speak, I simply nod, trying to hold on for dear life. Brock jerks his hips at the same time I rock, and the result brings stars to my eyes. I’m overcome with desire, the tip of my orgasm just out of grasp. “Again,” I demand, reaching and gripping his ass.
I feel the muscles beneath my fingers tense as he thrusts, rolling his hips at the same time and caressing that magical spot deep inside my body. The result is a mind-blowing orgasm, a release so hard I can’t breathe. I can feel my muscles clamping down on his cock, but he never slows. Brock keeps pace, drawing out the euphoria until my body feels boneless and completely sated.
When I open my eyes, his gaze is both soft, yet determined. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He brushes his lips across mine, but only for a second. “Now, let’s go for number two.”
Before I can even comprehend his words, he moves, changing up his position between my legs and thrusting deep. I clench, my muscles screaming in both protest and for more. He goes to his knees, hitching my ankles around his neck and gripping my hips in his big hands. The result causes my body to fire to life once more, need filling me with renewed focus.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Thrust. “Tight.” Thrust, thrust. “So fucking perfect.” Thrust and grind against my pelvis. All I can do is grab the pillow beneath my head and hang on for dear life.