Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
His mouth crashes against mine, our tongues finding one another without pause. One hand cradles the back of my head, his fingers winding through my hair, while his other arm wraps around me, pulling me so close to him that not even a speck of dust could get between us.
I melt against him, trusting him to lead me wherever I should go. And as soon as I do, a weight falls from my shoulders and rolls across the floor. This is what it’s like to be taken … I get it now. And he’s not even inside me yet.
Brooks holds me tight, his mouth moving over mine like I’m an oasis in the desert. Each kiss is intentional and personal. Possessive. He takes his time as if he’s memorizing me, and it’s intoxicating.
He pulls me harder into him and stands in one fluid motion.
“What’s happening?” I ask, wrapping my legs around his waist and leaning back. I’m puzzled at the look on his face—one of amusement and danger.
“You’ll see.”
Something about that scares me. “I don’t like that answer.”
“Oh, but you will.” He chuckles as he carries me across the room. “Trust me.”
“I trusted you about a minute ago, but it’s funny how quickly trust can be lost.”
His chuckle switches to a full-belly laugh. “I guess I’m going to have to rebuild it then.”
“Guess you are,” I say, giggling as he tosses me onto the bed. My pulse races as he reaches for me. But instead of grabbing my leg or my hand, he loops a finger through the side of my panties and snatches them. A streak of blue moves through the air and is balled into his hand.
“I’ll buy you another pair. Hell,” he says, throwing them to the side. “I’ll buy you a dozen pairs in every color if you let me rip them off you like that.”
He shoves his joggers down, kicking them to the side. And me? I whimper.
His cock is thick, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. The head stretches above his navel, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. I wish I had the courage to take him in my fist and lick the fluid from it, but I don’t.
“Scoot over,” he says, climbing up beside me and lying down. Then he holds out a hand. “Come on.”
I glance at his dick and then back to his face. I get the distinct feeling we aren’t on the same page.
“What do you … what are we doing?” I ask, stumbling over the words.
“I’m going to lie here, and you’re going to ride my face until you bust all over it.”
My eyes practically fall from their sockets.
The emotions swirling inside me are a wild mess. I’ve never had a man’s face between my legs before, let alone having ridden one. I don’t know how to do that. Although the fire growing out of control in my core loves the sound of it, my anxiety begins to slip in again.
“Hey,” he says, reaching for my hand. “If you don’t want to do this, then we’re done. You’re in control. Always.” He licks his lips. “But I’ve imagined this for days and I’m one thousand percent sure you’ll like it.”
My shoulders start to sag and I grin at him. “One thousand percent, huh?”
“Maybe two thousand.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “You’re going to straddle my face and hold on to the headboard. You can move if you want. You can sit still if that feels better.”
“What if I smother you?”
He laughs. “Then what a fucking way to go. Make sure you put that on my tombstone. Died eating pussy. I’ll be a legend.”
I give him my hand. “I haven’t done this before.”
“What part?”
“Any of it.”
He looks at the ceiling. “I’m a good guy, but what the fuck did I do to deserve this level of karma?” He turns his sights on me. “This is elite. Like, dream-worthy shit.”
My stomach flutters as I crawl up the bed. Before I can get into position, though, he rolls over.
“I just want to feel you first,” he says, the humor gone. “Spread your knees for me.”
Using the headboard as a handrail, I sit up on my knees and widen them. His hand slips between them, skimming the inside of my thigh. I can feel myself getting wetter and the temperature between my legs growing hotter. My breaths come in short, quick bursts as his fingers contact my opening.
“Oh,” I say, my voice shaking.
“You’re so smooth.” Glad you noticed. “And hot. Damn, Doc.”
I can’t help but move to give him more room to play.
He pushes a finger inside me, and I grip the headboard with all my might. “You’re fucking tight.” He growls. “You’re going to feel so good stretched around my cock.”
“Stop it,” I groan, trying to grind against his fingers as he adds another.