Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I get up and toss my phone to him. He puts it back in his pocket and faces me, that inscrutable look on his face again, driving me crazy. God, what is it about this man that annoys me so much? He’s attractive. I like being around him. I think he’s funny sometimes, but I’d never tell him that. When he’s around, I feel strangely safe.
I like when his hands are on my body.
I like his warmth in my bed. I like his scars, his wounds, his battered pride. He’s confident and competent, and I like that, too.
But he’s a bastard.
I stride toward him. Be annoying. Misdirection. The bump never works, I’m either too clumsy or too slow, and he’s always waiting for it. But what if I tried something else? What if I went off-script and decided to be another person?
What would Annie do in this situation?
Or, better yet, what would my version of my sister do? What would I do, if I weren’t so scared all the time?
I don’t slow as I approach. For half a beat I think I’m going to go through with the same old bump, the usual tactic, but I veer at the last moment, letting my gut guide me. I’m never impulsive like this. All my life I’ve planned every last moment of every single day. Nothing’s ever been hidden, nothing’s ever been spontaneous.
But for once, I decide to be more like him.
I go straight to Brenden. I walk to him, press against the front of him, touch his chest with the palms of both my hands, get up on my toes, reach up to tug his head down, and I kiss him hard.
He grunts in surprise. His lips are firm and tight, resisting me, at least until my tongue slips against them. Then he yields and we’re kissing for real.
Oh, shit.
My stomach lurches as a dizzying wave of desire floods me.
I hadn’t thought much further than this. But now he’s kissing me back, our mouths open, tongues touching, his hands on my hips pulling me closer, touching me, and shit, shit, what was I doing next? What was the point?
I twist him back toward the couch and push him hard, still going with my gut, not sure where it’s leading me. He lands as I climb on top, straddling him and grinding down against his crotch. I feel him stiffening between my legs. What happened to stealing from him again?
“Are you finally giving up?” he grunts, his hands gripping my ass tightly.
I bite his lower lip. “Never.”
“Feels like you are.”
“Let’s call this a break in the action.” I kiss him, one hand darting down between his legs. I grip his cock and stroke him over his sweats. “Seems like you don’t mind.”
He shivers and lets out a low groan. “Fuck, baby.”
“You like that?” I keep stroking, heart racing with the way he’s reacting to me. I pull back to look at him and his eyelids flutter, his mouth hanging open. Go with it. Be someone else. I move back, getting down to my knees in front of him, and tug his sweats forward and off.
His cock springs free. I catch it in a palm. He’s thick and meaty and I’m moaning when I take him in my mouth.
His fingers slip through my hair.
“Fuck,” he says again, groaning as I suck him, slowly and tentatively at first. I’m not sure what I’m doing. But soon it becomes obvious that doesn’t matter. Brenden shudders as I lick him, sucking the crown, licking his slit and tasting the pre-cum that glides down his shaft. It’s messy, but I’m being someone else, and I like this girl. I like my husband too: the way he moans, the feeling of his defined abs, his hard, muscular chest, and his throbbing cock in my mouth.
I suck him faster, moaning as I do it. He pulls me back by the hair and kisses me greedily. I keep stroking him while he does it.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispers, a wild edge to his quivering voice.
“Sucking your dick, I think.”
“Stroking now, more like.”
“And you’re enjoying the hell out of it.”
“God, I really am.”
“Is that all you’re going to do?” I tease him, swaying my hips as I tilt forward to kiss him.
He takes off my shirt and throws it aside. His hands palm my tits with a possessive need. He kisses me, kisses my neck, drags me back to the couch and peels my sweats off next. I raise my arms above my head, smiling as his mouth sucks my nipples, my belly, down to my hips, kisses my pussy before wedging himself between my legs.
“I was thinking I’d come in your mouth and make you swallow every drop, but now I think I’d rather fuck you until you beg me to come on your tongue.”