Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
The buzzer sounds from the security panel, and I smile and push the button. “Hello.”
“Hi,” his sexy voice says, making me smile broadly.
I push the entry button. “Come up.”
I go to the door and stand behind it with a huge goofy grin on my face, bouncing on the spot in excitement. I can hardly wait for him.
Knock, knock.
I open the door in a rush, and there he stands. 6ft 3inches tall, wearing a grey T-shirt, a black cap, and black running shorts. His eyes are dark and hungry and my stomach clenches with need.
Stepping forward, he takes me in his arms aggressively and plants his lips on mine. I giggle as he walks us farther into my apartment.
He holds my jaw just as he wants me and kisses me deeply, the two of us standing still for a moment.
Oh God.
His tongue swipes through my open lips, and just like that, in five seconds flat I’m reduced to a puddle. His strong hands slide down my robe until he’s cupping my behind and smiles against my lips.
For a long time we just stand and kiss. I don’t really need anything else from him, this is enough.
“Anyone would think that you missed me today, Marx.” I giggle.
He raises his eyebrow sarcastically, pulling the cord of my robe until it falls open. His hungry eyes drop down my body. “I missed this beautiful pussy.” He grips it in his one hand and jerks me towards him.
“Well, I missed you,” I whisper. “All of you.” Our eyes lock, and something shifts between us. I kiss him tenderly and his eyes close in reverence.
He peels my robe over my shoulders, throwing it aside. Then he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I laugh in excitement.
“Brock, put me down.”
He takes off towards the bedroom, slapping me hard on the bare behind.
“Ouch,” I cry as I put my hands on his lower back to try and hold myself up. Oh God, what must I look like? I’ naked and bent over his damn shoulder. He throws me onto the bed and I bounce, another giggle escaping me.
“Open,” he mouths as he looks down at me.
I slide my legs open.
“Touch yourself.”
My eyes widen. What the hell? So much for foreplay. Brock pulls his T-shirt up from the nape of his neck, quickly peeling it off over his head.
“Touch yourself,” he commands as he slides his shorts down his legs. His hungry eyes are fixed on my sex.
My heart races, and I know he can’t deal with the intimacy between us. This is so new to him, so I decide to do it his way. I slowly slide my hand down over my breast, then over my stomach and through my short pubic hair.
“That’s it,” he whispers, his eyes are alight with desire. “Show me.”
I frown, not understanding what he means.
“Show yourself to me.”
I bite my bottom lip. Oh my God. Is this really happening? Ten minutes ago he wasn’t even here and now I’m contemplating doing this already? I can’t believe the things this man can get me to do. I pull myself apart, and he smiles and licks his lips.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Put your finger in, show me how wet you are for me.”
My heart is beating so hard.
I slowly slide my finger into my sex, and Brock lifts his chin in approval. “Another,” he rasps, his eyes fixed to my sex.
I open my legs wider and slide in a second finger, throwing my head back in arousal. This is too much. Doing this with him watching… directing.
“Work yourself.”
I slide my fingers in slowly and then out again, repeating it until he smiles and begins to roll a condom onto his erection. Once in place, he crawls over me.
With his eyes locked on mine, he takes my two fingers and sucks them, making a hissing sound when he inhales. “You taste too fucking good, Pocket. I may be addicted.”
He lines himself up and slams into me quickly, making me cry out at once. Slowly, he rolls his hips to stretch me out.
He kisses me softly as he stills inside me. “Hello.”
I giggle. “Hello.” I kiss him softly. “Now we can talk?”
He smirks as he thrusts into me hard. “Now we can talk.”
I rub my hands over his broad back, through his hair as he lies over me, his body taking what he wants from mine. His eyes are hooded, and it’s like he was about to die if he didn’t get inside of me quickly.
“How was your day?” He smirks.
“Good now.” I smile up at him.
He lifts my leg and puts it over his shoulder. The change in position hits us both hard and we moan.
“God.” He hits me. “You feel so good.” He pumps me again, our eyes never drifting from each other’s.