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)
“What do you want to do tonight?” she asks.
I smile and raise an eyebrow.
She widens her eyes. “Let me guess: me?”
I nod, and she leans over to kiss me. “Why put off ‘til later what you can do now.”
I slide my hand up the back of her thighs, feeling every muscle in her legs. Her lips take mine and I pull over me. She falls onto my body with a sexy giggle.
We kiss, and damn if she’s not the best kisser in the world.
All these emotions she brings out in me are beginning to take over. When she kisses me the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. It’s as if every cell in my body feels how special this thing is between the two of us.
I don’t know how long I can hold myself back from her. It’s getting harder every day—every hour. She’s opened up a part of me I didn’t even know existed and now I can’t turn it off.
I wouldn’t even if I could.
My hands slide up her back to slowly untie her bikini top. I throw it to the side and enjoy the feel of her large breasts pushing against my chest.
She smiles down at me, and I have this overwhelming urge to tell her…
“What are you thinking?” she whispers, as if reading my mind.
My eyes search hers, and in that moment, I know it’s time.
“I’m thinking I love you,” I whisper.
Her face falls. “Brock.” Her eyes search mine.
Suddenly, it’s urgent. I have to be inside her now. I lift her body and tear down my shorts, undo the strings on her bikini bottoms, and tear them off, too. She sits up and looks down at me.
“I love you too,” she says with a shy smile.
My eyes follow my hands as I run them up over her shoulders, and then down over her breasts to cup them tenderly in my hands. They move down over her stomach to her tiny patch of well-groomed strawberry blonde pubic hair before they drift to her hipbones.
“Lift up, Pocket,” I whisper.
She moves up onto her knees, and I lift my cock to her entrance then slowly pull her down.
She stills, winces, and then she moves from side to side to try and loosen herself up. No matter how many times I watch her struggle to take me, I’ll never get enough of it. She needs me to talk her through it every single time. It’s as if my voice calms her.
“Take your time, baby,” I whisper, my eyes holding hers.
She bends and kisses me with affection. I reach around and pull her lips apart around my cock, and I slowly slide home as deep as I can. Her soft moans as she struggles to accept me start a fire inside my body. She’s so fucking tight. That fire starts in my balls, and I have to close my eyes and clench my teeth to try and stop myself from coming.
Every time.
Every fucking time I’m inside of her, I’m trying to rein myself in from blowing in five seconds.
It’s the weirdest thing for me. With other women, all I wanted to do was come, and I could fuck them all night. With Tully, all I want to do is be close to her and I blow in a minute flat without any control. She’s the only woman I do actually want to fuck all night.
The irony.
“Brock,” she whimpers as she sits back up.
Our eyes are locked, and I can feel every muscle as her tight body ripples around me. “So… fucking… good,” I push out.
Kneeling, she begins to rock back and forth, and I clench my teeth as I watch her.
Feminine, confident, sexy as fuck… and she’s all mine.
I’ve been waiting to feel like this my whole life.
I give her a dark smile. “You ready?” I ask.
She smiles and nods, knowing what’s coming.
“Legs up.”
She slowly brings her legs up into a squatting position and I test the waters before I bring her down harder onto my body.
Her head tips back and she moans. She loves my cock and what it gives her.
Her moan is my green light. I pick her up and slam her down.
“Deeper,” she moans. “Fuck me deeper. Oh God, Brock, don’t ever stop doing this.”
I grab a handful of her hair and drag her face down to mine, my tongue taking control of her mouth. “I won’t, Pock,” I promise against her lips, and I pump her hard. “You’re stuck with me now.”
The sun is setting on the horizon. I inhale the sea breeze as I sit on the balcony, watching as a boat pulls out on the water and disappears into the distance. Tully is in the shower getting ready to go out tonight. I dial Ben’s number and he answers on first ring.