Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
She wore a hot pink bra with a little bow on the front, the swells of her breasts spilling over the cups. “So fucking hot.” He slid his tongue over his dry lips and as he met her gaze, her eyes glazed over with need. Without missing a beat, she shimmied out of her jeans.
The panties matched the bra, and he wondered if she’d chosen the pair with him in mind. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she pulled off the hair tie and brushed a hand through the locks. Her breasts swayed with the motion and all the blood in his body rushed south, his cock turning to steel.
“Are you going to just stand there watching me or strip too?” she asked.
The question kicked his mind into gear. Kicking off his shoes, he shed his clothes, leaving everything on the floor in a heap.
Her gaze on him, he grasped his erection in one hand, precum already leaking, and stroked himself while she watched. He refused to come without being inside her but holding back wasn’t easy. His lazy palming of his erection had her mesmerized and he didn’t want to disrupt the show.
“Take off your bra, sweetheart,” he said. “I need to see all of you.”
Brooke did as she was told, but she was no longer in a rush. She unhooked her bra but held it in place as the straps fell down her arms. With a playful glint in her eye, she stepped closer.
“Are you planning to be bossy all night?” she asked, looking at him like she wanted to devour him, threatening his control when he wanted this to last.
“Would you rather be in charge?” He barely recognized his own deep voice.
She smirked and gave him a small nod. “Lie down on the bed.”
This wasn’t what he had in mind, but he’d fucking take it. If Brooke would rather take control, he could use his mouth and hands to explore her body later.
He lay on the bed and as a reward, Brooke finally dropped the bra. She slipped out of her panties next, leaving her naked as she climbed on the bed, leaning over him. Her hair fell around her face like a curtain as she kissed his lips, then moved down his jaw. She skimmed her lips over his face, arousing him even more.
He slid his hands to her breasts, tweaking and teasing her hard, rosy nipples. He already knew she could come from this alone and doubled down on his play. But Brooke wasn’t finished. She kissed her way down his chest and abs before she reached for his cock. He jerked and a sharp hiss left his lips.
But Brooke kept going. She moved down his body, kneeling between his legs. With her eyes full of promise, she held his gaze while parting her lips and dipping her head to glide her tongue around the tip. A shiver ran down his spine, his hand coming to rest in her hair.
She took him inside her mouth and all thought fled. He couldn’t think and could barely breathe. Everything else became white noise. All that mattered was the raw pleasure he felt as she took him deep, the head butting up against the back of her throat.
Her hand gripped the base of his erection, and she pumped his cock, her tongue swirling around his length, as she gave him the best blow job of his life.
“Brooke.” He let out a tortured sound. “I need to be inside you. Bare.” He needed to feel her wet heat clasp him tight.
She released him with a wet pop. “I think I can manage that. I’m safe. Are you?”
He nodded and cupped her face in his hand. Eyes gleaming, she slid up his body until she straddled him, rose up on her knees, and positioned his erect cock at her entrance. She sunk down, burying his length completely.
He let out a rough groan, the feel of them truly connected one he’d never forget.
“Oh God, Aiden. You feel so good.” She began to rock her hips back and forth, her breasts bouncing, her desire obviously building.
He was damn close himself. Tightening his hold on her hips, he thrust up, meeting each downward motion of her pelvis, driving him deeper.
“So fucking perfect,” he muttered.
“I feel it too,” she said.
As their rhythm increased, sweat slicked his skin. The sound of their bodies slapping together was erotic as hell. Aiden cupped her sensitive breasts, and she reached down, rubbing her clit, her moans coming faster.
Thank God, because he was about to explode. Pressure coiled inside him, and he grunted with each rough thrust up. “Come for me, Brooke,” he commanded, taking back control. “I want to feel you pulse around my cock.”
She let out a prolonged whimper. “I’m… I’m coming,” she said, falling forward and catching herself with her palms on his chest. And then he felt it, the pulsing contraction of her inner walls squeezing his dick.