Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
He didn’t pause as my orgasm racked over me, didn’t give me any reprieve. If anything, his glorious assault became more enthusiastic. I barely had time to recover from the earth-shattering first waves of pleasure before another orgasm took over my body.
Brody lapped at me with reckless abandon, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me tight to his mouth.
I didn’t know whether I wanted him to stop so I could catch my breath and form a thought or keep going for the rest of time so I could live in this hedonist state.
I was both relieved and disappointed when his mouth left me. My breathing was rapid and shallow, my lungs burned, and I felt both weightless and like my limbs were made of lead at the same time.
Brody’s gaze was hooded and animalistic as he gazed up at me from between my legs. He slowly licked his lips, tasting me.
My own lips quivered.
“That will not be the last time I taste your cunt on my lips,” he promised in a rough voice.
He knifed up, and somehow I came with him, the move effortless. I didn’t know I was capable, but somehow, my legs found enough strength to wrap around his hips. Again, his stiff cock pressed against my now bare and incredibly sensitive core.
I cried out.
Brody kissed me. “Taste yourself on me?” he murmured against my lips.
I did. And I hadn’t thought I was into that kind of thing. But I totally was.
All of a sudden, we were moving. Every step Brody took created more friction. My body cried out with more need even though I didn’t think I was capable of coming again.
Brody ascended the stairs with impressive speed considering he was carrying me and I wasn’t exactly light.
Soon, we were down the hall and in a bedroom. I barely took stock of my surroundings, not having the opportunity to before I was thrown on a bed.
The comforter was soft, smelling of pine laundry detergent and Brody.
He loomed above me, a picture of rugged masculinity, need pulsating from his very pores. The veins of his neck were taught, his chest visibly moving up and down.
“Arms up,” he commanded.
Without question, I did what he asked.
I expected from the look on his face that Brody would damn near rip his shirt from my body.
He didn’t.
Instead, he leaned over me, grasping the hem before rolling it up with devastating slowness. His lips covered every piece of new skin he exposed, setting my skin on fire with each kiss.
Finally, he revealed my breasts, my aching nipples. He let out a hiss of approval, his hand kneading my breast roughly.
“Gonna cum on these tits,” he declared, his eyes rushing up. “If you’ll allow that?”
My body shuddered as I held Brody’s ochre gaze. Again, not something I was normally into, but the mere thought of it made my pussy clench.
“I’ll allow it.” My voice was thin and raspy.
He grinned wickedly as he leaned down to put my taut nipple in his mouth.
My back arched as he sucked on it, desire building to almost a breaking point as he did the same with the other.
That was when his shirt was ripped off me by the savage hunger he was barely restraining.
I was naked in front of him, laid out for him on his bed. He leaned back, standing up, eyes feasting on me with the same intensity his mouth had before.
“Jesus Christ.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw. “I don’t know how in the fuck I got so lucky.”
My insides twisted.
Never had a man stared at my naked body with such fervor. Such hunger. Such reverence.
Never had I thought a man would do that.
Most especially not Brody Adams.
Without ceremony, he pulled his shirt over his head, kicking off his sweats so he was naked in front of me.
And holy fucking fuck.
I’d known he was solidly built from the look of him in clothes. But the look of him naked was something else.
I went up on my elbows.
His abs could’ve been carved from marble, two jagged scars marring the otherwise perfect, smooth skin of his abdomen. His pecs were the same, chiseled, defined with a small patch of dark chest hair running between them and down past his Adonis belt to…
The most magnificent cock I’d ever seen.
I was not one to describe cocks as magnificent. I’d always thought they were kind of … ridiculous looking.
But yeah, Brody’s hard, long cock standing at attention for me … it was magnificent.
And it was big enough to make me squirm from just thinking about it going inside of me.
“Keep looking at my cock like that, I won’t be able to control myself for a second longer,” Brody growled.
My eyes snapped up to his hungry gaze.
There was a phrase ‘if looks could kill’, but this one was ‘if looks could make a girl come right here and now.’ Yeah, that would be the phrase used to describe the expression on Brody’s face.