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)
He casually bent, picked up the bouquet as if it were a piece of dust on the ground, and handed it to me. Then he leaned in and kissed me to the sound of thunderous applause.
“Now seems like a good time to get the hell out of here,” he said after a moment. “You?”
“Sounds perfect.”
With all eyes still on us, I tossed the bouquet to the cute little flower girl before Brock and I left hand in hand.
***
Brock didn’t say much on the ride home, nor did he put his hands on me, much to my chagrin.
So imagine my surprise when the moment I opened the door to my apartment, I found my back against the wall, Brock towering over me.
“I can’t fucking hold it in anymore,” he breathed, his eyes flickering with desire.
“You were so quiet in the car. I thought maybe—”
“I didn’t want to look at you because I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait until we got home. We need to be in private for all the things I want to do to you tonight.”
My heart beat faster. Arousal raced through me, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Just as I had the thought, Brock slid his hand through the slit of my dress and moved it up my leg.
“Are you ever planning on wearing this dress again?” he asked.
I swallowed. “Why?”
“Because I might want to ruin it right now.”
“Do it,” I dared. “Just keep your tux on while you do.”
I felt a tug at the material of my dress and then a loud rip before our mouths collided. Brock kissed me hard as he ripped the dress a second time.
Raking my hands through his hair, I vaguely heard the sound of his belt buckle clanking as he undid the top of his pants. He then lifted me on top of him, my back against the wall.
Within seconds, I felt his cock at my opening, right before he pushed into me in one hard, swift movement. If I hadn’t been so damn wet, it might’ve hurt. But instead, his filling me felt like absolute ecstasy.
We were both still mostly fully clothed as Brock thrust into me.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you in this dress all night, Red.”
An unintelligible sound escaped me as I tried to curb the orgasm that begged to rise to the surface, faster and more powerful than any in my life.
“You’re getting my pants all wet, Red. I definitely own this tux now.” He laughed over my mouth.
“Good.” Moving my hips faster, I rasped, “You’re so hot in it.”
“This beautiful pussy is mine tonight.” He groaned. “You’re all mine tonight. You got it?”
I answered by taking his mouth, our tongues colliding, circling, tasting, amidst frantic breaths.
Brock moved his hand behind my head as he moved in and out of me even faster. “Let me know when you’re ready for me.”
“Now…” I breathed.
I soon learned why he’d protected my head as he lurched forward when he came, his warm cum filling me. The feel of his wet heat between my legs timed perfectly with my own earth-shattering climax, which rolled through me in glorious waves.
He continued to hold me until our breathing slowed. Then he finally put me down, backed me against the wall again, and kissed me voraciously.
He placed an arm on each side of my shoulders, locking me in. “I was gonna ask you to show me around the City tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure all I want to do is that over and over again.”
CHAPTER 18
* * *
February
“You see? Manhattan isn’t all that different from Maine…”
Brock raised his brows and looked around. “I’ll give you that I didn’t expect Central Park to be this big. But in the last twenty minutes, we saw a guy in only underwear and cowboy boots playing a guitar on the street, a guy on the subway who took off his shirt and started painting himself blue, and a woman on a bench eating what looked like a full Thanksgiving meal with chopsticks while sharing every other bite with a waiting rat and pigeon.”
I chuckled. “The woman was very Snow White, wasn’t she?”
“If you say so…”
I linked my arm with Brock’s and steered us down the stairs to Bethesda Fountain. “Want to sit for a while?”
Brock shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
We took a seat on the concrete wall that circled the outer perimeter of the fountain and quietly people-watched together. To the left, a man chased twin boys who were probably around two years old. Each toddler ran in the opposite direction and tried to climb into the water.
“Have you talked to your dad since you’ve been back?” Brock asked.
I nodded. “Once. About a week ago.”
“You call him or he call you?”
“He called me. He said he was going to be in Manhattan the next day and asked if I wanted to get together for lunch. But I had a packed schedule and was busy preparing for a board meeting, so I told him maybe another time.”