Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 145123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
She shivers slightly, her spine curving her body toward me to protect against the feeling.
And I feel almost drugged; the sensation of so much of her skin on mine is potent.
Reaching gently to the pocket of my suit pants, I grab the condom I bought presumptively for this opportunity and set her back just enough to slide it on myself. She watches avidly as I roll it down, her white teeth biting into the fleshy pink of her bottom lip.
The look is erotic and all-encompassing, and I want to be inside her so badly, I feel like I might explode.
Sitting up, I pull Brooke back onto my lap and offer her the opportunity to climb on me. I don’t know what it is about her personality, but I’m absolutely desperate to see what she does when she’s given control.
Brooke, smart as always, doesn’t need an instruction manual to understand what I’m thinking, and excitingly, doesn’t need any encouragement to follow through either.
With one gentle hand on my shoulder and the other at the base of my dick, she climbs into a straddle atop me, sinking down until I’m fully seated inside her.
I can say without a shadow of a doubt, this is the singular best feeling I’ve ever had in my entire life. It feels complete. It feels right. It feels…like magic.
Her head falls back, exposing the pronounced line of her collarbone, and I rain kisses across the entire thing before she makes even one move. Her heart is beating fast, I can feel it at the pulse of her neck, but she’s utterly calm.
In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen her this unflustered in the entirety of the time that I’ve known her.
What a fucking turn-on.
Brooke moves slowly, lifting herself with the power of her thighs and sliding back down ever so slowly. I wrap my arms around her body, and she answers by putting both her arms over my shoulders and closing them.
Our mouths are together and mingling, and goose bumps pebble the flesh of my neck. The air around us feels stagnant, as if the entire world other than the two of us in that moment is immobile.
Unhurried and precise, Brooke strokes herself on me until her limbs begin to shake, and a single drop of sweat catches on my hand as it runs down her spine.
I swear I could stay locked in this moment forever. Just here, on this side of what I can tell is going to be the biggest climax of my life.
Focused, I pull one of my hands up to dig it into her hair, and I hold her stare with mine while our lips bump together.
Down, down, down, her strokes end on a deeper grind every time, and the tightness around me amplifies.
She trembles softly and then violently, all at once, and her head shoots back in a blast of pressure to my hand as her pussy squeezes all around me. Her mouth is a silent oh, her breath gone entirely in the warm air between us.
My climax follows hers, and I unleash a profane groan while I bite into the flesh of her shoulder just enough to leave a tiny indentation.
I’ve never been more sure of one irrefutable fact.
On paper and in person, Brooke Baker is matchless.
And it doesn’t matter anymore whether I should be doing this or the implications. Because now, I can’t go back.
I’m forever changed in ways that are irreversible.
Brooke
A scratching sound grates at my ears as I try to pull myself from the hold of sleep’s clutches. My eyes are hazy, and my head feels heavy. Even my body feels nearly impossible to separate from the mattress, and I don’t know why.
I open my eyes slowly and repeatedly until my vision clears enough to get a view of the ceiling, and once again, I try to sit up.
But my ab curl is futile even with the benefit of sight, and my brain starts to get discouraged at its inability to perform its tasks.
I grunt and try again, and it’s only then that the pressure at my stomach releases, freeing me to sit up…and I watch as Chase rolls to the other side of the bed, still asleep.
Ohhh. Okay. So it was the weight of another human that was stopping me. Got it.
Thankfully, the scratching persists, completely distracting me from dealing with the momentous, giant elephant-schlonged man in the bed. Instead, I jump up and run to the door, afraid I know exactly where the noise is coming from.
Benji’s judgmental frown is a little hard to accept when I swing open the door, but in the interest of not waking Chase just yet, I shush Benji out into the living room to apologize.
Oh, and by the way, I’m still completely and utterly buck naked.
“Heya, Benj,” I whisper, trying to sound casual even in the face of the very obvious absurdity of the situation. “How’d you sleep?”