Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Perhaps I was too quick to push her completely out of my life. After all, there’s no law to say I can’t keep her at arm’s length and enjoy her body in my bed.
She lifts her chin. “What’s a girl to do when she’s not getting it from anywhere else? Other than the battery-powered boyfriend I recently bought online.”
She bought a vibrator?
That’ll be going.
Because I’ve decided from now on, if she needs satisfaction, she’ll get it from me.
“You want satisfaction, I’m happy to give it to you.”
“I can barely get you to look at me, let alone fuck me,” she snaps, reminding me that I’ve been an ass to her lately by ignoring her.
I could make it up to her. Pay her back in pleasure. I know it’s not enough, but it’s all I’ve got to offer right now.
I move closer. “Let me extend the open invitation.”
“Oh, I’m supposed to just climb onto your cock now because you order me to, is that it?”
“No, I want you to climb onto my cock because I know you want to.” I lock eyes with her. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me those bikini bottoms aren’t soaked. That your body isn’t craving the kind of orgasms only I can give you.”
Her eyes sharpen. “You arrogant—”
“Tell me it wasn’t me you were thinking of when you rubbed your pussy.”
“It wasn’t—”
“Liar.” It’s written all over her face. And damn if that doesn’t do something to me right now. “Tell me it wasn’t my name on your lips when you slid your fingers into your sweet pussy and fingerfucked yourself into an orgasm.”
She hesitates, and if looks could kill then I’m a dead man.
But I ignore it. Because you can’t kill a man whose heart is no longer beating.
Instead, I kiss her hard. And when she tries to fight me, I hold her face in my hands and take the kiss from her. She struggles at first, to prove a point, but then kisses me and doesn’t hold back.
“This doesn’t mean you’re not an asshole,” she says between kisses.
“Oh, I know.” I lift her up in my arms and walk us back to my chair. “You should take it out on me.”
She straddles me. “No, you would enjoy it too much.”
She lifts her linen shirt over her head, then leans forward and kisses me.
Damn it feels good to have her in my arms. To feel her lips on my lips.
“Did you like watching me?” she rasps, her sweet body grinding against me.
“Yes.” I groan because I’m not even inside her and I’m already fighting the urge to come.
“Tell me what you liked.” She runs her hand over the rigid outline of my cock. “Tell me what made you hard.”
She starts to massage my already straining cock, and I have to fight back the orgasm I’m on the brink of falling into.
“You,” I groan. “Always fucking you.”
I reach up and loosen the bow holding her bikini top on, and it falls to the floor, exposing her beautiful, creamy breasts.
I take one nipple in my mouth and suckle, then do the same to the other, and the soft cries coming from Brooke are almost my undoing.
She undoes the bows at her hips so her bikini bottoms slip away, and I push down the front of my shorts and release my cock. She licks her lips at the sight of the bulbous head and the precum pooling in the eye before she maneuvers herself above it and slowly sinks down.
We both groan at the same time.
Fuck.
Buried deep inside her is exactly where I belong.
I might not know how any of this fits together in the puzzle, but I know I don’t want to give this up.
She rides me and I can’t keep my lips off her. I drag my tongue along the curve of her slender throat, relishing the taste of her skin.
Her hips gather speed, and her moans grow louder, until she falls apart on top of me. “Lev…oh God…”
It’s all I can take. Being inside her. Hearing her moans. Tasting her skin. Being consumed by the warm, sweet scent of her after days of denying myself. I let go, and my orgasm rips out of me. I hold her tightly against me, and my roar is primal and hot and angry and grateful all at the same time.
Brooke collapses against me, her body warm and soft, and I can’t help but hold her as I drift back into reality.
But the moment her breathing evens out, she climbs off me and puts her bikini back on. She’s angry. And I’m not sure if she’s angry at me or herself.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Leaving.”
“You’re fucking and running. That’s cold, Miss Masters.”
“Cold? That’s rich coming from you, Mr. Frosty.” She slips the linen shirt over her bikini. “You’ve had me living in an arctic purgatory for the last week, but then the first sign of any warmth from you, I jump right into your lap like a horny idiot. This is why I have a vibrator. Less complications.”