Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
“Where are you going?”
Brett looked over his shoulder, squeezing my hand. “We gotta go. We have a thing.”
“A thing?” she repeated, confused.
“Yes.” We were at the door in their fence and he reached for the knob. Turning so his back pushed open the door, he pulled me against him and spoke over my head as I was trying to still wave goodbye. “We got a text and we have to go. Thank you for the invitation. It was fun.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Fun?”
Emma started laughing, understanding. She elbowed Dusty, giving her a meaningful look.
We were stepping through the fence, just as I heard Dusty exclaim, “Oooooh! OH!”
Then Brett slammed the door shut.
I was pushed back against it.
And his mouth was on mine.
Explosions.
Those explosions were happening inside me, at the same time a barrage of fireworks were let loose, and there was the whistle of another bomb falling because I knew in that moment, as Brett was trying to devour me, as he lifted me in the air, his hands under my legs, and as I was molding every part of my body against him, that the bomb was me.
I’d been launched in the air.
So totally and so completely because I was in love with Brett Broudou.
43
BILLIE
As soon as we were home and in the garage, Brett hauled me out of the truck. I was drenched, needing his mouth, his touch. I wanted his cock inside me, and he pressed me against his truck, my front against it. I gasped, my pulse pounding as he shoved his body against me. His mouth was on my throat, sucking me in deep, a desperate hunger coming from him, as his hands ran down my body, sliding to my front. My dress was shoved up to my waist as his hand dipped down, moving to my clit.
I moaned.
God, that felt so good.
A deep breath left him as he bit down on my neck. “You like my touch?”
His beard scraped over my skin, a torturous caress.
I pressed back against him, which made him moan. His other hand caught my hip, slamming us both back against the truck, and at the same time, his other finger slid up inside me. My thong was just moved aside.
He worked me over, his finger thrusting up. He kept going, a slow but steady rhythm, and he continued teasing me, his mouth making little nips at my throat.
An inferno rose inside me, taking me over. A hot, passionate twister made of fire that was hungry. I wanted all of it. Everything. I wanted every inch of Brett deep inside me, moving, claiming. A second finger slid inside, and my legs clamped tight. My hand moved down, wrapped around Brett’s wrist, but I merely held onto him, needing a hold on the havoc he was creating in my body. But he only chuckled against my neck, his tongue continuing tasting me, until his fingers were moving so fast, digging in so deep, that my entire body seized in spasms.
Desire. Pleasure. Lust. All of it was mixing together in my body, creating the perfect sensual frenzy that took over my body. My mind was gone. It was only able to concentrate on the sensations Brett was giving me.
I broke, my entire body lifting up as my back arched. A guttural groan left my throat, hoarse and raspy.
God.
I panted, shivers wrecking me, but then Brett’s body was gone.
He dropped to his knees.
His hands clamped on my hips.
“Wha—” I gasped, lifting up all over again as his mouth found my pussy.
His tongue slipped inside, and the first climax hadn’t even dissipated before he was building another all over again.
“Brett!” I cried out, my legs unsteady. My whole body was shaking.
His tongue slid out, only to trace around my other hole.
I froze, but he just lightly licked around it before he moved back to my cunt. He thrust in.
One of his hands held my hip firm, keeping me in place as I was beginning to lose control of myself. “Brett, God.” I cursed and moaned at the same time.
He pulled out of me, long enough to say in a deep command, “Hold, baby.”
Baby.
Another shiver went through me, so delicious and addicting.
His tongue was back, and his other hand slid to my front, his thumb rubbing over my clit.
Another storm was building, rising, surging up, and I yelled out as my body exploded.
My release tore through me, and I was a mess, unable to do anything except pant as the waves pounded over me.
Brett was moving in the background, but I wasn’t paying him much attention. I couldn’t. I was still recovering from two mind-blowing orgasms. He picked me up, and we moved fast into the house, through and to his bedroom. My dress was whisked off. My thong was long gone, I had no idea when that happened. Brett was undressing, and then he gripped my ankle. I was tugged to the edge of the bed.