Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Our closeness was making me feel breathless and a little lightheaded.
“Mhm,” I managed to squeak out, blushing when my voice decided to settle a full octave higher than normal. “I, um, had a great time.”
Brady’s eyes crinkled at the corners and his mouth turned up in a smile. “I’m glad. Really glad. And I should probably start that coffee.”
He didn’t move, though. Didn’t even try to.
Instead, he slowly ran his hands up and down my back, playing along the hem of my shirt and then slipping under to brush across my skin. A full-body shiver went through me, and Brady pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.
“Is this okay?”
My mouth was so dry that I could only nod. Emphatically.
It was very okay. More than okay.
Heaven.
Brady nuzzled against my neck and moved his hands around to the front of my pants, pausing for just a moment once he unfastened the top button. A low moan escaped my throat. I had to stop myself from thrusting against Brady, from begging for what was about to happen.
“And this?” I felt the words more than heard them as his lips moved against my neck. “Is this okay, too?”
It was difficult to speak—or think, or breathe—with Brady so close, with his hands doing things that so far had only happened in my fantasies. Still, I finally managed to will some words out of my nearly-closed-up throat.
“Yes,” I whispered. Then louder, “Oh my God, yes, please.”
It was all the encouragement Brady needed. His mouth moved along my jawline until he found my lips again, at the same time shoving my pants and underwear down around my thighs in one swift motion.
I could feel the cool air hit the naked lower half of my body as my nipples hardened, then moaned again as Brady’s rough, big, warm hand wrapped around cupped my pussy.
With his tongue insistently exploring my mouth and his fingers stroking my folds long and slow, I was in sensory overload.
My hands moved against the hard planes of Brady’s muscular chest, down the sculpted ridges of his abs until I was finally—finally—unfastening his belt.
My fingers were working just about as well as my voice had been, though, and I let out a frustrated whimper when I’d barely managed to unhook the two-pronged buckle after several seconds.
Brady came to the rescue, thank God, making quick work of his belt and pants.
I reached for his cock, hard and silky smooth and radiating heat, but I’d barely had a chance to wrap my fingers around the thick shaft before he gently pushed my hand away.
“No, babe,” he said, his low, gravelly voice sending another electric jolt through my body. “I want this to be all about you.”
Without another word, and before I could even process what he’d meant by that statement, Brady went down on his knees and stroked my lower lips a little more as he looked up to meet my gaze.
The look of pure longing and desire in his eyes was nearly enough to send me over the edge.
My pussy throbbed under Brady’s touch as he continued those long, maddeningly slow strokes.
“Oh my God, Brady. Please keep going.”
Brady pushed up one of my legs and started licking my pussy, massaging it, caressing it, loving it with his tongue. My hips thrust forward, and my head fell back, thumping against the wall. I barely even felt it, though.
All of my energy, my focus, my entire world had narrowed to the sexy man in front of me—the man on his knees with his tongue on my pussy.
Jesus, it was amazing.
Longer, harder, faster, Brady licked, bobbing his head in time with my thrusts, twisting circles around my clit.
I threaded my fingers through his short hair, holding him in place as he pushed even deeper, thrusting his tongue into me.
A spasm of pure pleasure passed through my body, and I could feel the orgasm building inside me.
Each time I was tempted to close my eyes, though, Brady’s gaze would find mine again, drawing me in until I couldn’t look away. Having the hot muscular NFL player on his knees in front of me was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced.
And the look in Brady’s eyes coupled with the way he was quickly stroking his cock? It was obvious that he thought it was just as hot.
“That feels so good, Brady. I don’t know how much longer I can last. It’s just… too… good.”
I punctuated each word with another thrust, and even though he didn’t reply—didn’t even slow down—I could see the answer in his eyes, could hear it in the deep half-moan, half-growl that came from his throat.
He wasn’t going to stop, and I didn’t want him to stop, either.
Even though I wanted more than anything to prolong the moment, to savor each second, each lick, each delicious low moan, there was no turning back and no stopping what was about to happen.