Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I can’t hold myself up,” I cry, as I reach for the back of the couch, but Brady scoots out from under me and kisses me, the taste of me on his lips. His fingers make a dive for my pussy, and he shakes his hand, pressing his palm against me so hard that it sends me right over into another mind-numbing orgasm.
“That’s right,” he growls against my lips. “Come for me, Blue Eyes. Ah, God, yeah. Keep those eyes on me. Good girl.”
“Shit.” I’m coming again because that praise shit is hot, and when I come to, he’s guiding me onto my back and nudging himself between my legs.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he says through gritted teeth as he pushes inside of me. God, I’m so wet that he eases right in, despite his size. “You like it when I call you a good girl.”
My muscles contract, making him grin.
“Maybe a little. I guess that’s my thing.”
Brady rests his forehead against mine, so serious now as he starts to move, pushing and pulling in long, steady strokes. He links our fingers and holds them to our chests as he moves, faster and faster, until we’re cresting another peak that sends us both into euphoria.
“That’s right, good girl. Come on my cock. Fuck, yes.”
I’m gripping onto him so tightly, and his jaw is clenched as he rocks against me, pushing every last drop of himself inside of me.
“Wow,” he says, his breath still coming fast. “Every time I think I’m used to how you make me feel, I’m hit with it all over again, as if I’m struck by lightning.”
I push my hair off my face and lift an eyebrow. “And how, exactly, do you feel?”
“Like nothing and no one else in the world exists. Like I was made just for this. Just for you.”
Tears prick the back of my eyes, and I bite my lip as I gaze at him, memorizing every detail.
“Maybe I was.” His voice is a whisper.
“Maybe you were,” I agree.
He kisses me as he eases out of me. “Let’s clean up and eat. Now I’m starving for another reason.”
“You get started, and I’ll be right back. The food’s in the oven, salad in the fridge.” I hurry to the bathroom, not just to clean up this epic, wet, dirty mess, but also to catch my breath. It’s not just the sex with Brady that turns me inside out. He can be so intense, so filthy when it comes to the physical aspect of our relationship, and then turn around and say the kind of words that make my heart melt. It’s…amazing. But I need to catch my breath.
When I return from the bathroom, Brady has already plated the meal for both of us and has dug into his with gusto.
“So good,” is what I think he says around the bite in his mouth.
“You worked off a lot of calories today.” I take a bite of lasagna and sigh. “But yeah, this is great. Erin’s a good cook.”
“How was your morning?”
“Productive,” I reply and dab at my mouth with a napkin. “I’m officially fully staffed, and I think this crew is going to be awesome. Now, let’s talk about you. How did you really feel about today?”
“How did I look?” he asks, reaching for bread.
“Hmm.” I lick my fork and narrow my eyes, thinking it over. “You looked sexier than any one man has any business looking, and I kept undressing you with my eyes. I mean, I know it was a denim ad, but you’re way hotter naked.”
“I’m going to make you come just by sucking on your nipples later.”
My eyes widen, and said nipples come to full attention.
“But how did I seem today, sassy pants?”
“Oh, that.” I laugh and steal his bread, taking a bite. “There were moments that you looked annoyed, but those were minimal, and maybe I just noticed because I know you. Otherwise, you looked like a busy cowboy who had shit to do.”
“That about sums it up accurately.” He watches me from across the sofa for a minute as we eat our dinner. “I’m taking you to bed after this.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Both.”
“I can’t wait.”
“You’re going to pay for that.” I don’t like his smile. It’s scary and mean, and when he smiles like this, I know it’s going to hurt.
It always hurts.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“You like being a bad girl,” he says with that slimy voice, and he starts to take off his pants, and I just want to crawl into a hole.
I want to die.
“Please. Please don’t hurt me again. I didn’t mean to knock the ashtray over.”
“Shut up!” He backhands me, and even in this fucked-up dream, I see stars and feel the force of the blow as I fall to the ground. “You’re nothing, do you hear me? No one cares about you. No one fucking cares what I do to you. I can do whatever I want. Maybe I’ll put a pretty little scar on you right here.”