Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Hi.”
Brock’s face fell. “Did you change your mind?”
“No, I just…” I looked over at the tub full of bubbles then down at the teddy I wore. It was black and lacy with a thong. It made me feel insanely sexy. Fuck it. I’m doing this. “Let me set the phone up.” I positioned the cell back on the shelf and took a deep breath before stepping into the camera’s view.
“Holy fuck,” Brock grumbled. “You look incredible. Do you sleep in that type of thing every night?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “No. I borrowed it from my friend Morgan. She does some risqué selfies for her social media.”
“Turn around for me.” His voice turned husky. And here I’d been worried my lumberjack might not be comfortable with a little FaceTime fooling around.
I did a slow pivot, stopping when my back faced the camera.
“Bend over, beautiful. Show me that ass.”
A shiver ran through me. I loved the way he took control right from the get-go. Somehow I knew that’s how things would be with him in bed, too.
I put two hands on the tub, bent at the waist, and gyrated my hips around playfully.
“Always hated FaceTime,” Brock said. “But now I get it.”
I chuckled and gazed over my shoulder. “Are you done looking?”
“Not by a damn mile. But turn back around.” Brock stayed quiet for a long time, just looking. When he spoke again, his voice was low. “Take it off. Slowly.”
I slipped the thin straps from my shoulders and took my time peeling the lacy material down my body. My eyes stayed glued to the phone screen, watching Brock’s face. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip as I shimmied the teddy to the floor.
“Fuck me…” He groaned. “You’re bare.”
“Do you like women like that?”
“I don’t like women, Red. I like you. And I’ll take you any way you come. But, yeah, I think bare is sexy as shit. I can’t wait to lick that beautiful pussy.”
Oh my. Yes, please!
“Just give me another minute to look at you, and then we’ll get started. I promise.”
And here I thought we’d already started. My engine was definitely revving.
After a while, Brock lifted his chin. “Thank you. Climb into the tub, babe.”
I slipped into the bath. The top had a few inches of bubbles so I was no longer exposed.
“You good?” he asked.
I nodded. “It feels incredible. Maybe you should take a bath, too.”
“Another time. Right now, I want to focus on you. I’m not even going to touch myself. I just want to tell you all the things I want to do to you and watch you come. Is that okay?”
I smiled. “That sounds pretty perfect to me.”
“Good. Now close your eyes. Slide your hand into that warm water and find that swollen bud of yours.”
I closed my eyes and did as he instructed. Orgasm wasn’t generally easy for me—not with a man and not alone. It happened maybe fifty percent of the time. But the electric bolt that shot through my body as I spread my legs and touched my clit told me tonight was going to fall on the winning side of that ratio.
“Rub a small circle.” Brock groaned. “God, you’re so damn sexy. I can’t wait to put your legs over my shoulders and bury my face between them. I’m going to make your body tremble until you come on my tongue and then drink every last drop of your sweetness.”
I rubbed faster and harder, imagining exactly what he’d said.
“Slip your finger inside, sweetheart. Only one.”
I parted my flesh and began to finger myself. It felt good, but I needed more. I was tempted to add a finger or two. The bubbles were blocking the view, so Brock wouldn’t know. Yet I controlled myself and pumped in and out with only one finger.
“I wish I was there with you right now. I’d straddle your face while you touched yourself. Grab a fistful of your hair in my hand, and fuck your mouth and throat until I heard you gag.”
“Oh God.”
“You like that?”
I nodded. “I need more, Brock…”
“Slip another finger in, then another. Fill it up, just like I’m going to do with that tight pussy.”
My fingers pumped faster, and my breaths barely kept up.
“Gorgeous. My cock’s inside you, and you’re so tight, so fucking wet. I’m about to explode. I can feel you swelling all around me, gripping me like a fist.”
I felt the orgasm building with every word Brock spoke. My mind focused on nothing but the ferocious need to break free. The building could’ve burned down around me, and I wouldn’t have been able to stop.
“Come, sweetheart. Let it all go.”
I climaxed nearly violently, my body shaking and twitching through every pulse-pounding wave. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and the man who gave it to me hadn’t even touched me yet. My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to catch my breath. “Brock…”