Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
She shivered in my embrace, turning her head so she could capture my mouth. I pumped my fingers inside her, and was rewarded by her moaning into my mouth. Fuck, she was drenched and completely ready to fire.
Gently, I slid my fingers out of her, pushing off the bed to stand beside it.
She whimpered, but quickly stopped when she saw me unbuttoning my shirt. I peeled it off, using the time to let her go from a boil to a simmer. If I only had her just this once, then I was going to make sure I made it so good for her she’d never be able to forget it.
My clothes joined hers in the pile on the floor, and I swear my chest puffed out a fraction at the sight of her taking me in. I’d never been so happy to have installed a home gym at my estate as she looked over me with an almost starved look.
“Wes,” she said appreciatively. “Wow.” She shifted on the bed, scooting back as I climbed atop it.
“You’re a dream, Brynn,” I said, shifting my thigh between hers as I settled over her. She was slick against me, and it took everything in my power to not immediately hop off the bed and grab a condom. I may have bought a box after what happened in Iceland between us, just in case. I was nothing if not prepared.
I kissed her again, loving the mixture of her flavor in our kiss, and ran my fingers teasingly down her skin. Chill bumps raised everywhere I touched, everywhere I kissed as I memorized every stunning inch of her body. She was better than any fantasy, better than anything I could’ve imagined in the years I’d spent picturing this exact moment.
“Wes,” she moaned into my mouth as my fingers found her pussy again. She jerked at the gentle touches, letting me know everything I needed with just the little move. She was oversensitive and needy, just the way I wanted her. “I can’t take anymore,” she said, a plea in her tone. “Please, Wes.”
I curled my fingers against her, and she shivered, her body hot and flushed against mine. My dick was rock hard and aching, the two of us stretched out so tightly it wouldn’t take much for either of us to snap.
I grinned down at her, kissing her breasts a few more times before I maneuvered myself off the bed.
Brynn groaned, her chest rising and falling from where she laid on her back. “You’re impossible,” she said, shaking her head. “I feel like we’ve been skydiving for an hour with no end in sight.”
I smirked, ripping open the foil packet and rolling the condom onto my dick.
“Oh, thank God,” she said, eyes flaring as she watched me climb back onto the bed.
“This feels like skydiving, huh?” I asked, settling myself between her thighs. I dragged my cock through her heat, clenching my jaw against the rush of need I felt pulse through me.
“Yes,” she said, arms wrapping around my neck. She spread her thighs wider, more than giving me access to all of her, and the submission almost made me come right then and there.
“You want to fly,” I asked, thrusting my cock against her clit. “Is that it, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned, arching her hips.
I leaned down, slanting my mouth over hers as I snaked one arm beneath her lower back, hoisting her higher before I thrust inside her heat, inch by silken inch.
“Wes!” she cried out my name as I pulled all the way out and did it again.
I sank into her heat over and over again, each time feeling better than the last.
“That feels…” Her breath caught as I bottomed out, the angle I held her at allowing me to stroke that spot deep inside her. “Amazing.”
“You know how many times I’ve thought about you wrapped around my cock like this?” I groaned, taking her in slow, powerful strokes that had her clenching around me like a hot fucking vise. “So fucking perfect.”
Brynn’s nails bit into my back as I slowly worked us up so much sweat shone on our skin, our bodies gliding and crashing together like we were made for each other.
And she was absolutely made for me. I knew that in the bolts of pleasure that zapped down my spine with each of her moans, her whimpers, her demands for more.
My entire being concentrated on one thing and one thing only—Brynn.
“Wes,” she moaned, and the desperation in her voice set my blood on fire.
“You ready to come?” I asked, and she nodded, her nails raking down my back, sending jolts of painful pleasure down my spine.
I upped my pace, pumping into her with a speed that had my pelvic bone grinding against her swollen clit with every thrust, and her moans turned into the sexiest little keening cries as I pushed her right over the edge—