Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“He made you feel guilty for wanting things that made you feel good, feel excited.” I dragged my hand over her breasts and down, gliding over her stomach before I found that sweet patch of curls between her thighs.
“Yes,” she said, gasping as I slid my fingers through her heat.
Fuck, she was so wet and hot, like fiery silk. I stroked her with a light pressure, working her up in slow passes.
“Do you trust me to make you feel good, baby?” I asked, sliding a finger inside her. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”
“Yes,” she breathed the word.
“Then put your palms against the wall and don’t move them until I tell you to,” I said, adding just a hint of demand in my tone. After she showed me the desire for my hand around her throat, I was more than ready to play the dominant role for her.
She did as she was told, and goddamn, a rush of wetness met my fingers at the command. My girl liked to be told what to do, liked to be taken care of.
“Good girl,” I said, adding another finger as I pumped them inside her.
I nudged her legs a bit wider with my knee, making room for me to bring my body flush against hers as I stroked her.
“Brad,” she sighed my name as I stepped behind her, teasing my hard cock against the seam of her ass.
I ran my free hand down her spine before gripping a handful of that luscious ass and yanking her back against me. The wetness from the shower made us both slick, and my cock glided against her effortlessly, teasing her in places I assumed she’d never been teased before—that bastard always making her feel guilty for asking for the most basic things. Affection and attention and pleasure.
Fuck him. I’d make sure she got everything she wanted and then some. I’d make sure she never questioned her pleasure and what turned her on ever again.
“You like that don’t you, baby?” I asked, gliding my cock back and forth between her cheeks as I pumped my fingers inside her. “You like feeling me from all angles.”
“God, yes,” she said, her fingers curling against the shower wall.
Her breathy answers were fire in my veins. My cock ached with every tease, begging to sink into her heat and pound us both into oblivion.
I upped my pace, flattening the heal of my palm against her clit, giving her the pressure she needed to fly apart.
“Brad!” she gasped, rocking against my hand with unabashed need.
Fuck, it was hot as hell watching her ride my hand, each time she moved making her rock against my cock.
She clenched around my fingers, her orgasm making her thighs tremble as she shivered through the intensity of it.
I didn’t waste a second before I pulled my fingers away and spread her even wider, dipping the tip of my cock in her wetness before pulling away again. Goddamn, she felt like a dream, all searing and pulsing for me. For pure torture’s sake, I dragged myself through her again, making us both groan.
I kissed her shoulder, nipping lightly at her neck.
She arched back, rocking against me and almost managing to get my cock inside her before I pulled out of reach.
“Condom,” I ground out the word. “Baby, I have to go get a condom.”
“No,” she almost whined. “Please. Don’t go. I’m covered. And I’m clean. I was tested right after I found out Dennis cheated on me.”
“I am too,” I said, my mind whirling with the idea of sinking into her with nothing between us. “But are you sure?”
“God, yes, please, Brad.” She pushed back against me, using her leverage on the wall to wiggle until I was right where she wanted me.
And fuck me did it make me want to drop to my knees and worship her.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I demanded, my hands flying to her hips, holding her there on the edge. My cock poised right at where she pulsed for me.
“Fuck me,” she said, breathless. “Now.”
I slid in an inch, my muscles locking at the effort it took not to plunge right in.
“Like this?” I asked, drawing out the anticipation as I slid in another inch.
“God,” she moaned, her only answer. She tried to push back, tried to take me all the way in, but I held onto her hips, keeping her there.
I brought my lips to her ear, nipping it lightly. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” I whispered, sinking in another inch. “I can feel you pulsing around my cock.”
She trembled, releasing a breath. “Brad,” she said. “Please.”
“Please what?” I teased, kissing down her neck as I held us there.
“Please make me come again,” she breathed the words, and I lost the control I’d held the whole time.