Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“I can think of a few ways you can repay me.”
In less than ten minutes, we’re at my house.
He’s right behind me as I close the door to the world, taking our brand of trouble inside.
We collide in my living room. His hands grab my face. His mouth hunts mine ruthlessly. My hands are busy too. I grip his hard-on over his jeans, then quickly unbutton and unzip the denim.
I free his cock.
“Ahhh, yes,” he mutters the second I clasp my hand around his dick.
I shudder at the feel of his hot, pulsing length, at how turned on he is. I play with him, relishing each tight stroke of my fist along his shaft. I’m dying to wrap my lips around him.
I indulge, dropping to my knees, pushing his jeans down his thighs as I go.
I kiss the head. The sound he makes is animalistic.
“Fuck, Brooke, that feels good,” he says, all throaty and deep.
His words spur me on. With him I feel daring, and that’s new for me. All day, I’m the cautious one, the woman who reads on the beach rather than riding the waves. But Drew unlocks the gambler in me. My thumb slides over the head of his dick, and I swipe off a drop of his arousal, then spread it over my top lip.
He growls. “Yes, you look so goddamn sexy,” he praises, then wraps his hand tighter around my head. “Now suck my dick. You know you fucking want to.”
His mouth is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to my sex life. When he unfurls filthy phrases from his lips, I let go of the racing loop of thoughts about my day, about work, about bills. I want to say the dirty words too—such a contrast to the legal ones I write and speak all day.
“You taste so good,” I say as I return to his cock.
“And you look so hot on your knees.”
As I draw him deeper, I cup his balls, squeezing gently.
“Yeah, do that again,” he hisses.
I obey, fondling his balls, then stroking the base of his cock. He pulses in my mouth, and I savor him, sucking and delighting in his dick. Because his dick is an absolute delight. Thick and hard and eager.
Have I ever enjoyed giving head so much? No. I don’t think so. This is new too, and my core aches as I lick him. My mind crackles as I suck his shaft.
“Now, lick the head. Tease me with that wicked tongue,” he commands, and I follow his orders, flicking my tongue over his crown.
I grow wetter with everything he says, and soon, I’m rocking my hips as I go to town on his cock.
“Been wanting to fuck that sweet mouth of yours since the day I met you,” he murmurs, and pleasure pulses hot in my center.
For a second, I let him fall from my lips. “So do it.”
Shaking his head, he reaches for my shoulders, pulls me up, and kisses my lips. “Need to fuck you right now. Get on your hands and knees.”
God. Yes. Now.
Spinning around, I stumble over to the couch and get on the cushions, lifting my skirt.
He grabs a condom from his wallet, sheaths his cock, then kneels behind me, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Please, fuck me hard,” I say, my temperature spiking as I talk too. I think I’m discovering my kink with Drew.
He shoves deep inside me with a long, possessive growl.
“Yesssss,” he murmurs.
My kink is words.
Dirty, delicious words said to me. Said by me.
That first night he unlocked something inside my body. Now, my mind is getting in on it too. I’m connecting all the dots to discover the way I crave him in bed.
I crave his body and his mouth.
He grips my hips, and he delivers on his promise. With long, deep thrusts, he fucks me hard.
Pleasure twists inside me in a fiery swirl as I brace myself on my palms. Ideas flash before me in a heated reel.
“Smack my ass,” I say, taking another chance.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, raising a hand and swatting the fuck out of me.
Oh!
That hurts so good.
“Again,” I urge, craning my neck to watch him. It’s erotic and wicked as he lifts that strong arm, raises that big hand, and his palm connects with my flesh again.
It stings, but the pain radiates straight to my core, thrumming through my clit.
“More,” I beg.
Again and again, he swats me, cheek to cheek. “You like that? You like it hard and rough?”
“I do,” I pant as I spiral into a wild, crescendo.
Electricity flares in me, then throbs in my center.
One more hard smack. I fly off the cliff, losing my mind to this moment.
Seconds later, he’s nailing me, and it’s intense, so intense I’m not sure I can withstand the pleasure.
He’s groaning, mumbling oh fuck, yes, so good.