Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I jumped and let out a decidedly unmanly squawk when someone grabbed me and shoved me back against the rough wood of the wall. My heart slammed in my chest with fear before I realized it was Brooks.
And then it slammed in my chest with excitement.
Without a word, Brooks shoved a knee between my legs and clasped the front of my neck in one big hand, pinning my head to the barn wall and forcing me to look at him. It was a kind of physical aggression I’d never even considered from someone as kind as Brooks, but it was pushing all of my yes-please buttons and ringing all of my take-me-now bells. The piercing way he looked into my eyes made me instantly hard.
“Hi,” I breathed. I felt my throat move against the clutch of his grip. My dick hammered against the front of my pants.
“The sign.” His voice was rough and almost broken, and then he leaned in and took my mouth with his. It was harsh and possessive, commanding and unexpected. But Jesus fucking Christ was it the hottest moment of my life.
I wanted him. Desperately.
“For you,” I managed to say between kisses.
“Need you,” he said against my lips. “Want you so much.”
“Take me. Have me. Please.” I wasn’t above begging. My brain wasn’t even really aware of what was going on, but every instinct in my body was desperate to have Brooks inside me, around me, over and above me. I wanted him—needed him—everywhere.
He flipped me around until I faced the wall. My hands came up to keep me from scratching my face against the rough wooden planks, but I shoved my ass back at him to make sure he knew I was completely on board with whatever the hell he had in mind.
Brooks fumbled at the front of my pants, muttering complaints about buttons, zippers, barn doors not having locks, and bubble butts that should be illegal. I wanted to laugh, but I was too busy trying to catch my breath. It was like something out of a porn scene, except I actually had feelings for him. Big feelings.
“Please,” I said again, to make sure he knew I was all in.
He pressed his body against me, and the roughness of his clothes against the bare skin of my ass made me even harder. “I always imagined the first time we had sex would be in a bed. Do you—”
“Stop talking and fuck me into this wall.”
He surged his hard cock into the cleft of my ass, making me whimper. “Less clothes,” I begged.
I felt him step back for a brief moment, and then there were cool slick fingers seeking my hole. “Oh fuck,” I breathed against my arm. “I love a man who’s prepared.”
“Tell me if—”
I nodded. “I will, I will, just go.”
His lips brushed against the edge of my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” His words were deep and quiet, just for me, and I squeezed my eyes closed to help remember them. I wondered if I’d ever hear something like that again and if I’d ever believe it as much as I believed it now, with him.
Brooks’s finger slid inside, and then two. My breathing ticked up even more, and I must have made some whimpering sounds because his free hand came up and covered my mouth. I hadn’t realized how loud I was being.
“Don’t want company,” he murmured into my ear. “Just us. Just you and me.”
His voice took on the rhythm of his fingers as they pumped in and out and stretched me open. I fell into a kind of trance, feeling him against me and inside me, listening to the cadence of his newly familiar voice followed by the soft crinkle of a condom being opened.
“Brooks,” I whispered, reaching back with one arm to hold him tightly against me.
“I’m here.” He pressed the side of his face against mine for a beat before turning and kissing me tenderly. “Deep breath, sweetness.”
I did as he said and inhaled. As soon as I began letting out my breath, he slid the tip of his cock in and entered me in short thrusts. The stretching sensation reminded me of just how long it had been since I’d had anal sex. It wasn’t something I did on a whim with a hookup, and normally I would have been a little horrified at my lack of prep. But this was Brooks, and for some reason that made it all okay. Better than okay. I needed him inside me like I needed air to breathe.
My groan added to the sounds of our panting breaths and the smack of his skin against my ass as his thrusting picked up speed. It was filthy and carnal, raw and crude, and it was a million of my fantasies wrapped up and made real.