Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
It is a hurried pace but not frantic and out of control.
He takes his time and is surprisingly tender.
He makes love to my body with his mouth, and I surrender to every moan, whimper, and shudder he leisurely coerces out of me.
I’ve never been pleased in such a way. Beau was too selfish—fuck you, Beau—and anyone I was with before him I didn’t trust enough to let them do this to me.
Being consumed like this is more unraveling than just having sex. It’s more than a physical attraction. It involves trust and all that other scary shit months of disappointments start to discredit.
I distrusted everyone, even Amelia, and just as I was about to give up, I spotted Lucy.
I thought if I could fix her, I could fix myself.
I didn’t factor her father into the equation until our first moment of eye contact settled the nerves my stomach hadn’t been without for almost a year. I felt free. I could breathe again. Then I couldn’t.
Brodie stole the ability when he wouldn’t look at me the morning following our first rendezvous. He made me ashamed, and I felt like he was just another agent laughing while glaring down his nose at me.
I should hate him for it, but just like I couldn’t blame my father for making me an orphan, I can’t shift all of Brodie’s hesitations solely onto his shoulders. He’s trying to put his daughter first, and that is all I’ve wanted him to do since I first saw Lucy.
“Brodie,” I murmur, my deliverance more a moan than an interruption. “We need…” I take a moment to relish how delightful the bump of his tongue running over my clit feels before continuing. “We should take this somewhere else. Lucy might…”
My back arches when his breaths are hot and heavy near my ear, as intimately close as his crotch is to my heated core. “Lucy is fast asleep. She could sleep through a hurricane.”
He inches back and peers at me when I say, “Except when it comes to me being in pain.” I grip his rock-hard erection through his pajama pants. “And there’s no way I’ll be able to take all that without whimpering.”
“For fuck’s sake, Henley.”
He usually cusses when he’s angry. I’m not getting the same vibe tonight. He loves that I crave him as much as he does me, and it makes him think he’s invincible.
He lifts me from the counter without a single fetter of pain crossing his face before he heads for the office he hid in multiple times this week.
“Should you be carrying me? Your shoulder—”
“Will live if it gets hurt again.” He lifts and locks his eyes with mine. “But I may not if I hurt you.”
“Brodie, you didn’t hurt me. I—” The rest of my reply is forced into the back of my throat when a second after he kicks closed his office door, he sits on the two-seater couch across from his desk. His cock is still encased in his pants, but the thin material leaves nothing to the imagination. I can feel every ridge, and my body is utterly thrilled at the chance to take it all in again.
The rough friction of the conjoined regions of our bodies sends a wave of cascading pleasure rolling through my body. It shimmers from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes before clustering low in my stomach.
After exhaling an unsteady breath, Brodie raises me to my knees before tugging down his pants. I gasp in a sharp breath when his cock springs free. It’s hard, glistening with pre-cum, and extended up past the bumps in his midsection.
Mistaking my expression, Brodie says, “We can stop right now. We don’t have to go any further.”
“No. I want this. I just…” I gulp again. “That thing is a monster.”
He smiles, loving my praise, before he fists the base of his fat cock. Both sights are a rarity, and they make the tension between us so white hot sweat beads at my nape.
“Only take as much as you can.” When he rubs the crown across the opening of my pussy, my worries vanish. I shudder as the throbbing of my clit overtakes the frantic beat of my heart. “We’ve got all night, Henley. We don’t need to rush.”
“Will you guide me?” I swivel my hips to loosen their firmness, causing him to groan. “I want it to feel good for you as well.”
“It couldn’t be bad with you, Henley. Everything you do is done with perfection.”
I lose the chance to argue that I’m far from perfect when he notches the head of his cock into my pussy. There’s no way I can have coherent thoughts while being fulfilled so well, not to mention how my arched position thrusts my breasts into Brodie’s face.
He circles his tongue around the piqued bud of my nipple, loosening me up even more before encouraging me to sink down on him slowly.