Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Maybe we should stop,” I say, meeting Brock’s eyes.
“Not a chance in hell, Willow. I’m not stopping until you soak my hand with your orgasm.”
Chapter 20
Brock
She makes me feral. No woman has ever made me feel like that, but Willow, damn she’s everything I never knew I wanted.
That blow job she gave me before we left for this rehearsal dinner was earth-shattering, mind-blowing, and fucking epic. She truly was sucking me off like a damn pornstar. And now, now my fingers are deep inside her tight, wet pussy while we sit at my brother’s rehearsal dinner. It’s daring and thrilling. The idea of being caught just amplifies everything. Watching her, hearing her, touching her, it’s sensory overload in this crowded room.
Yet, I crave more. I need her orgasm as badly as I need my next breath. I need to watch her fall apart because of my touch. I need to hear her say my name while her release soaks my hand. I need to feel her pussy squeeze my fingers while she falls over the edge.
And damn, if I don’t want her to need it just as badly.
My fingers are pumping into her at a furious pace. I can’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous face as she fights so hard from shouting out her pleasure. Her teeth are digging into her lip as she lets out soft moans and fuck, I find it hot as hell.
“Fuck, your pussy is dripping wet,” I whisper, biting gently on her ear.
To anyone looking I’m sure it just looks like we are a couple holding each other close as we enjoy the other’s company. Obviously, Tripp had no idea when he sat down before I chased him off.
“Fuck, Brock,” she moans in a whisper.
“You like this, don’t you? Not just the pleasure I’m giving you, but the thought of being caught. It’s turning you on more, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she says a little louder.
I chuckle, moving my thumb up to rub her sensitive clit. “Anyone could walk over right now and catch me finger fucking you, but your greedy pussy makes it impossible for you to tell me to stop, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she whispers, reaching over and digging her nails into my arm. “Don’t stop, please.”
I move my fingers at an impossible pace as I rapidly rub at her clit. Her pussy is getting wetter as she begins to tighten around my fingers.
“That’s it, beautiful. Give me your orgasm right here in this room full of people,” I whisper, grinning against her.
Her hips move as my fingers continue driving into her hard and fast. I’m trying my best to keep us hidden, but it’s becoming more difficult to care at this point. My sole purpose right now is to get my girl—fuck, Willow—off.
“I’m so close,” she cries into my neck, digging her nails deeper into my flesh.
“Good girl, don’t fight it. If this room hears you cry out my name I might just come with you.”
Her pussy tightens on my fingers and I groan, kissing the top of her head. Her hips move faster and I feel her body shaking.
“That’s it, beautiful, give it to me,” I whisper. I push my thumb against her clit and twist my fingers and she explodes.
“Brock,” she whispers, over and over.
She didn’t shout it out, it was just loud enough for me to hear, making this erotic moment turn incredibly intimate.
“Fuck, you’re soaking my fingers,” I say, continuing to slowly pump into her.
When her grip on my arm starts to loosen and her body begins to relax, I slowly pull my fingers out of her, causing her to flinch.
“Fuck,” she whispers, lifting her eyes to mine.
Something happens when our eyes meet and I feel like my heart stops or maybe it starts. It’s as if suddenly we become connected in a way that I’ve never experienced and I fucking love it.
I adjust her panties with my other hand as I bring my fingers, covered in her release, up to my mouth. I lick them before pushing them into my mouth, sucking them clean.
“That’s so sexy,” she whispers, staring at me.
“Fucking delicious.”
“All the food is okay?” Anya says, sitting down in the chair next to Willow.
Willow clears her throat and straightens herself up, as she nods. “Yes, everything is fucking amazing.”
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” I say, winking at Willow.
“Why are you guys sitting back here all alone? You should be up with the rest of us. You’re missing the stories that Mom and Hartford’s mom are telling about them.”
“I think it’s best if we keep our distance. Don’t want to cause any problems with Lake,” I say, wrapping my arm around Willow.
“Oh right, I can’t believe you actually hit him.” She laughs, shaking her head. “I wish I could’ve seen it.”
Willow joins in and now both of them are laughing. I watch Willow as my heart pounds harder in my chest. Seeing how happy she is and knowing that I’m part of the reason why, is a powerful feeling.