Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Until…what?”
It’s hard for us to keep talking as we lose ourselves in the collision of our bodies, but I manage to push the words out, our hips shifting together, my cock making a tingling path inside of her over and over.
“Until you’re pregnant,” I snarl. “I only want your pussy. But I need to…watch that fucking ass.”
“Like we talked about in our texts?”
I nod, teeth gritted, finding it difficult to focus.
“Do it,” she moans. “I want it too.”
I slide out of her, instinct driving me on, and then grab her hips.
She giggles and gasps as I flip her over, my hands buried in her hips.
“You make me feel so light.”
“You weigh nothing,” I tell her firmly. “I could carry you forever. I will.”
She gets on all fours, looking over her shoulder at me. I gaze down at the roundness of her ass, the fullness.
Leaning down, I softly bite one of her cheeks, massaging the other one, then slipping my hand between her legs and spreading her wetness.
She moans insistently, shaking her ass in my face.
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
“Please, Banner…”
“You make me so fucking horny.”
Kneeling, I guide my length to her entrance again, driving in as I claim her hips.
I didn’t expect her to want to do this position her first time, but as I glide inside of her, I feel how hungrily her body wants it. Her pussy starts constricting again, and her moans leave me no doubt.
Gripping her hips harder, I drive in all the way, so when I look down, her juicy mounds are pressed right up against my abs.
I snarl and slip out, then pound her harder, her pussy making sloppy noises for me, so much wetness there’s no stopping us now.
She reaches back and claws onto me, and I take her hand, squeezing it tenderly even as I begin to lose control, as my pace picks up.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps in time with my thrusts. “Oh, fuck. Banner, Banner….”
“Yes,” I roar, knowing I need to be quiet but unable to stop.
More seed is rushing up my shaft.
It’s like her body knows and her core sends fresh pleasure crashing inside her. It makes my whole shaft burn in euphoria as she pushes back against me, eagerly chasing our shared climax, knowing we’re going to finish together.
I grunt, collapsing against her, as she begins to moan even louder, my hips still thrusting.
I can feel her pussy pulsing in that tell-tell way like she’s massaging my shaft, driving me closer and closer to the end, and then we are both falling over the edge together like we were always meant to.
Then we cash onto the makeshift bed together, gasping, breathing heavily.
She lies at my side, her cheek on my chest, staring up at the stars.
“Do you think anybody heard?” Brooke whispers after a pause.
“I don’t know,” I reply.
“Were you listening?” she murmurs.
“No,” I confess, my fingers sliding through her hair. “I was too obsessed with you, Brooke.”
She kisses my chest. “Me too. I never expected it to feel like that. I knew it would feel good, eventually, but not so quickly. It was perfect.”
“Perfect,” I repeat, leaning down, kissing her on the top of the head, and hugging her against me. “I thought I almost ruined it, though.”
“How?”
I tell her about finishing twice the first time, and she laughs.
“That’s crazy? Is that normal?”
I grin. “Not as far as I know.”
“It wouldn’t have ruined it, anyway,” she tells me. “It’s like you said. It’s not a performance. It just shows how badly you want a baby together… right?”
There it is, that note of uncertainty as if she thinks I’m going to take it all back now I’ve claimed her naked body.
“I want it more than anything,” I tell her firmly. “I want you, us, a life together more than anything.”
I hold her for a time, then she shifts, sitting up. “Did you hear that? I think I just got a text.”
She rustles around in her clothes. I take a moment to scan the area, something I should’ve been doing all along, but it’s so late, so dark, and so isolated here.
But apparently not isolated enough.
Brooke shows me her phone. Her hand’s trembling, making it difficult to read the words, but I get there in the end.
It’s from Sonya.
We need to talk to both of you.
“Do you think she means us?” Brooke whispers. “She could mean Mila and me, maybe.”
“Hang on.”
I grab my pants and take my phone from my pocket.
Sure enough, I’ve got the same text.
CHAPTER 25
Brooke
“I was taking a walk,” Sonya says, her voice sharp, distant like I’ve never heard it before. “And I heard something…luckily, I didn’t see anything. Luckily, I was on my own, clearing my head. But I heard you, Brooke. And I heard you say Banner’s name. But say is a very generous description.”