Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
One of the things she hated about Oliver was how he got bossy during sex. He loved to tell her where to go and what to do. No matter how often she complained, he’d rolled his eyes and never changed.
With Lock, she wanted him to order her around. She wanted to follow his every command, knowing it’d please him and end in explosive pleasure for her.
What made the difference?
Chemistry? Pheromones? Something deeper?
She couldn’t explain it, but she was drawn to him by a powerful connection that felt magnetic. She could no further resist it than she could stop breathing.
When she reached his mouth, she pressed her lips to his. Lock opened for her immediately. Their tongues tangled as they sank into a kiss so passionate no one would believe she’d been asleep two minutes ago. Brenna hiked her knees up and settled astride his torso. He ran his hands down her back, settling them on her ass.
She kissed him as though she’d never get the chance—long, delicious kisses designed to make them both crave more. Within seconds, kissing wasn’t enough. Her body heated as though the room had been set ablaze. She ground her pelvis against him. The way his cock nestled between her legs in just the right spot had her gasping and pressing down harder.
“Fuck, Bren…” He groaned and arched up.
She already missed his lips but couldn’t stand the feel of her clothing anymore. All she wanted was his skin on hers.
“Take this off,” she said, yanking at his T-shirt as she sat up. She tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. The bra went next.
As soon as he finished wrestling off his shirt, Lock stared at her chest. “God, those tits are perfect.”
The reverence in his voice and the awe in his gaze made her feel like the sexiest woman alive. Was this how people like Liv, Brooke, and Harper felt when their men looked at them? How incredible would it be to have that every day for the rest of her life?
Those lucky bitches.
She wanted it, if only for one morning.
He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples until she whimpered. “I want you so much,” she whispered. “Please. I need to feel you inside me.” A frantic urgency came over her. As though if she didn’t have him that second, he might disappear.
Brenna scrambled to remove her bottoms. Lock did the same. Within seconds, they were both completely naked, and she was clambering back on top of him. Her pussy was wet, soaked with the need for him as it always was when he touched her. He groaned as she ground against his thigh. The press of that thick limb to her center felt so incredible she paused to grind against him again.
“Christ, you’re leaving a mess all over my leg. You need this fat cock bad, don’t you?” he drawled as he stroked said cock with a firm grip.
“Yes.” Her pussy flexed. He had no idea how badly she needed him.
“Stretching you. Fucking you hard and deep.” He groaned, keeping his hot gaze on her. “You’re gonna be so tight. I bet you’ll squeeze the fuck outta my… holy shit.”
Brenna couldn’t stand another second without feeling him. She smacked his hand out of the way, then positioned herself over him and dropped down in one greedy motion.
“Yes,” she hissed as her body adjusted and stretched to accommodate him. He was so deep, and she was so full all she could do was let her head fall back and absorb the pleasure.
“Oh fuck, you’re strangling my dick. Goddammit, Brenna, it’s so fucking good.”
It was. Almost too good. Her brain fuzzed until she couldn’t formulate intelligent thoughts.
“For chrissake…” He shoved his hips off the couch, but then his eyes widened. “Oh fuck. Condom. Baby… Brenna, a condom!”
She gasped. How could she have forgotten? And how could she put a barrier between them now that she had felt every bare inch of him? “I don’t want it,” she said, making the reckless decision. “I’m clean. I got tested the day I broke up with Oliver because of the cheating. And I’m protected. Promise.”
“Me too. Tested in rehab. There’s been no one since.” His fingers flexed against her soft flesh. “Christ, I get to fuck you raw!”
“Yes.” She shivered. “Just like this. Nothing between us.”
“Fuck, I might not survive.”
She moved as though on autopilot, rolling her hips to increase the sensations. Her body knew what to do and what it wanted.
“That’s right. Give me a show, baby.”
She opened her eyes and stared down at Lock. His face was tight with tension and effort, probably fighting the urge to slam into her. There was so much dark and dangerous lust in his eyes that it made her want to give him exactly what he’d asked for—to give him the best goddamn show of his life. She wanted to be what he saw behind his closed eyelids when he was alone and going to sleep.