Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 119184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“You’re tight as hell today,” I whisper against the damp skin of her collarbone. I rub my thumb against her clit until she shudders, moaning loudly in my ear.
“R-right there. Brady, don’t stop!”
“Never. Not until you come so hard for me, sweetheart. Not until you see stars.”
Her fingernails dig into my back as I keep going, drawing those perfect nipples into my mouth and sucking hard, one at a time.
This is it.
Absolute feminine perfection.
She tightens around my fingers, her breath ragged and face flushed, brown eyes shining like jewels.
“Not yet,” I snarl.
“Brady!” Her voice is a whine.
“Quiet, brat.” I nip her skin, then kiss it. “Wait for me.”
Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I slow my thumb strokes on her clit to a crawl.
“Wait for what?” She shifts again, grinding against me, desperate like she’ll blow if she can just find the pressure to tip her over the edge.
“I want you to come on my cock.”
This time, she shudders until her eyes roll in the back of her head.
It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“I need . . . I need . . .” She moans loudly, her long lashes fluttering.
“Not yet. Patience.” I pull my fingers out and suck them, giving her thigh a gentle slap.
She throws her head back and sighs so hard I almost laugh.
Like it or not, I’m training her.
Good things come to good girls who wait.
And I like the thought of unloading deep inside her even more while her hot little pussy squeezes my cock.
The thought sends lust stabbing through me. As fun as this might be, I’m not made of infinite patience.
Definitely not with Lena in my arms, wet and willing and so achingly close. Her eyes take up half the real estate on her face. Her mouth takes up the other half right now, those lush lips slightly parted.
I give her no warning before I shift my position and slide inside.
All the way home.
My thumb slips into her mouth, making her taste herself.
Her entire body tenses. Her back arches.
She’s on pleasure autopilot as her mouth closes softly around my thumb and her tongue flicks across the pad.
So damn tight, so hot, so good.
No exaggeration, I could live in her for days.
Lena wraps her arms around my neck and pulls intently, bringing my face to hers for a searing kiss.
I give her what she wants for now as I push my cock in, pumping hard, letting rhythm take over, muffling the sounds of her pleasure with my mouth.
Soon, she’s tightening around me, her whole body humming as her climax nears.
I push up on my arms to bring this home.
Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me on, but I want to see her when she goes off. I want to see her face breaking with the exquisite chaos I’ve made.
Call it stupid. Some primal monkey-brain shit I can’t control.
But when she comes, I want her looking me in the eye, knowing I’m the man who ruined her.
Permanently, I hope. I’m a jealous, deranged fuck, and the thought of her ever having anyone else makes me insane.
And I need her to know it.
I need her to feel me branding her for life.
“Brady.” She gasps my name, and I fucking love it. “I’m close.”
“Look at me, Sass. Eyes up here.” I reach down between us, drawing slow circles on her pussy even as I’m pounding her.
“Brady!”
“Not yet. A few more seconds.”
Her lips part, teeth clenched, and she’s falling so hard she’s about to go to the center of the earth.
But not too soon.
Not before I’m done fucking her.
“Brady, I-I can’t—” She draws in a ragged breath, and that’s when she fractures.
I don’t ease up, slamming into her, pressing my hand over her mouth as she cries out. I think her small twin bed is about to break, creaking like hell, but I’m too far gone to care.
Her pussy spasms around my cock, but her eyes stay open, fixed on me, so I can watch her demolished with every sharp flick of pleasure across her face.
I’ve never seen anything so goddamn glorious in my life.
The second she’s done, I ease my hand off her mouth and lean in to kiss her again, whispering how beautiful she is.
My hips keep going, mindlessly driving to my nut, not giving her space to breathe.
“Good girl,” I growl in her ear before I kiss her.
Even as her breaths sharpen and her chest heaves and her nails bite my skin, another frenzied release building in her, she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I’m not an idiot.
I don’t have a magic cock.
But there’s something damn satisfying about seeing her body react to mine. So slick, so wet, and already fighting for more.
Christ, is she about to come again?
“Fuck, Brady,” she whimpers.
Her mind is gone.
I think she could recite the dictionary during sex, and I’d be into it like it’s the dirtiest talk ever.