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)
He pulls his torso up, resting his pelvic bone along my clit, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Like that?” he asks me, and I’m a frenzied mess beneath him.
“Yes, Brock, yes.” My moans are elevated. My hands grapple along his back, trying to hold on as he pumps faster inside me. “Oh god,” I call out.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Never fucked a pussy this good.”
He keeps thrusting his dick inside me, and my body is nearly spent as I feel the new wave of a fresh orgasm cresting. I’m going to come again.
So quickly after my last orgasm. This is unheard of.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out, loving the feel of his pelvic bone against my clit. I use it, grinding myself against it, focusing on the feeling of it. “Yes, Brock.”
I’m a filthy mess beneath him. Honestly, I could profess my love for him right now and actually mean it. I just know I don’t ever want him to stop.
Who knew sex could be this good?
“Please, I’m so close,” I call out as Brock keeps hammering away inside me.
His eyes lock with mine, and he almost appears possessed. Like a raving lunatic in search of something. A release. An orgasm. I can see so clearly in his eyes that he needs to come. Desperately.
I reach my hand down between our legs, milking his balls, stretching them between my fingers, wanting to help him reach his release. “I’m about to come,” I say, feeling so intimately close to this man it’s insane.
“Fuck,” he calls out when my finger comes into contact with his back hole. “Oh, Willow,” he bellows out as I keep playing with him. “Fuck,” he calls once more and I can feel him throbbing inside me, his eyes heated and intense.
The feeling of it all causes my own orgasm to explode.
“Oh Brock,” I call out, my orgasm slapping me around like a rabid tornado.
As our bodies calm, and I’ve milked the last of his release, Brock slumps on top of me quickly before rolling to the side.
“I’ve never…” his words fall away as he tries desperately to catch his breath. “That was…”
I smile at him, turning my head to meet his eyes. “Amazing,” I finish his sentence.
Chapter 22
Brock
I adjust my tie, glancing at the shower through the mirror. Today is Paxton and Hartford’s wedding. Willow left to go get ready with all the girls in Hartford’s room, but before she left I climbed into the shower with her and it wasn’t the water making her wet. Fucking her in the shower with the warm water running over us, her legs wrapped around me as I pressed her against the cold tile, and my name echoing around us when her orgasm ripped through her, made me never want to let her go. Not just today, but ever.
Our time here is quickly coming to an end and I don’t want what happened in Vegas to stay in Vegas. I want it to follow us back to Magnolia Ridge and I’m going to tell her, but not today. Today is all about Paxton and Hartford. Tonight when it’s just the two of us, before I slam into her I’m going to tell her how I feel.
I’ve been paying close attention to my siblings over the last few days and I’ve realized that the best relationships are the ones that are least expected. Paxton and Hartford never thought they’d be in a romantic relationship. They felt their friendship would be ruined. Anya and Griffin never dreamed of being together, especially Griffin. He made a promise to Callum that he’d never touch Anya and yet, here they are happily in love. And then Shepherd and Felicity, no one saw that coming. He went from a grumpy ass to being a father and head over heels in love.
I would never have thought I’d want Willow. If someone told me a month ago that I’d be here at my brother’s wedding and that I’d fall in love with Willow Moore, I would’ve laughed. Yet, here I am. I thought this fake relationship would get us both through this with minimal damage to our egos, I never expected to catch feelings for Willow.
Big feelings.
I can’t say what the future holds, but I do know that I want to find out with Willow.
My phone rings and I grab it, snapping out of my thoughts. “Hey, I’m leaving my room in five minutes,” I say to Callum.
He chuckles as I rush around my room, frantically searching for my socks. “I knew you’d be running late too. I’ll come by your room and we’ll go to Paxton’s together.”
I finally find my socks and sit down to put them on, feeling the pressure of time ticking away. “Cool, see you in a minute.”
We hang up, and I drop my phone, continuing to scramble around my messy room to find my shoes and suit jacket. Just as I manage to gather everything, there’s a knock on my door. I grab my phone off the floor and rush to answer it.