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)
Her hands wrap around my body, squeezing as I grab her ass and press her against me, my cock so stiff I think I might erupt right here.
CHAPTER 5
Brooke
His back muscles bulge against my skin as I smooth my hands across him, holding on as though if I do it tightly enough, I won’t have to face the undeniable wrongness of what we’re doing.
As we kiss, he lets out a deep groan, his hands making my legs tingle. It’s not just the feeling of his hands as he massages my ass.
It’s the ferocity too, the hunger, as though he can’t stop, as though he’s been thinking about our brief closeness at the party as obsessively as I have.
The kiss deepens when he lifts me off my feet.
I gasp, our teeth clicking, a laugh escaping even if laughter is the last thing I should be indulging in.
And then instincts hit me, instincts I didn’t even know I had. My legs wrap around his body, and he holds me like that, as if I weigh nothing, his powerful hands claiming my ass as though it belongs to him.
“Fuck,” he snarls, breaking the kiss off, his eyes hazy and intense as we stare at each other. “You sound so hot when you moan like that. You horny thing. Are you wet for me, Brooke?”
“Yes,” I say, turning my gaze away.
Asking for a kiss is as far as I can go. I don’t even know how to talk dirty or whatever.
He leans forward, his breath hot against my ear, his words close. “Are you soaked for me?”
“Hmm,” I say, nodding.
He turns, carrying me over to the rocks. He carries me behind a large one, shutting us off in the shade, but there’s still that heat.
It’s him, burning through me.
“Tell me to stop,” he says passionately, stepping back for a moment.
The space between us instantly feels far too wide. There’s too much distance, even if it’s only about a foot.
It’s like I’ve lost something, even if I’ve never had it, never had him.
But I can still taste him. I want more.
He moves closer, his hand moving to my bare leg.
I moan as he begins to massage up, getting closer to my sex, his eyes locked on me all the while. There’s too much silence around us, implying we can do anything. We can go all the way.
The thought makes me pause and lean back.
Banner’s hand becomes still on my leg, a bare inch from my core.
I’m as wet as I told him I was, my lips aching, my sex begging for his attention. I’ve constantly thought about him – in bed – since we almost kissed.
But it doesn’t compare to his touch and the way he holds me possessively.
Just like I dreamed he would.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper.
“I know,” he sighs heavily. “But I need to see you come for me, Brooke. I need to hear you moan.”
His words make my clit ache, or maybe it’s just the sensation of it rubbing against my underwear.
Whatever it is, I feel frantically sensitive, like a single brush of his finger might send me into a leg-trembling release.
I meet his eyes, nodding.
I mean, Do it, but don’t make me say it.
He gets the message, his lip twitching, his eyes wide and crazed as if nothing could make him look away.
He wraps one arm around me, cradling me as his hand goes to my shorts. I moan as he savagely unbuttons them, yanking them loose, and then slips his hand down my panties and over my sex.
I almost scream when he begins to palm my pussy, but I manage to bite down.
There’s no wind out here, the ocean is calm. Sound carries…which means nobody’s approaching unless they’re doing it quietly.
What if Sonya and dad come to this exact spot, seeking some privacy before the party?
Banner’s hand pushes those worries away. His fingers press firmly down on my clit, and then he begins to rub slowly, working into it, causing the electric-like tingling to spread over my pussy, moving up and down my legs.
I bite down, repressing a moan, my head swimming with wave upon wave of pleasure.
It’s all I can think about, focus on, the sensation of Banner’s hand between my legs.
And the knowledge that I excite him this much. If his solid manhood against my belly wasn’t enough, I have his urgency, how much he’s risking for this.
He’s not a bad person. I know that. He wouldn’t do this if he could stop himself.
Maybe he does want me as badly as I want him.
“Oh, oh,” I say, trying to keep my voice low.
He’s moving quicker now, sliding his hand down to my entrance, spreading my wetness. His hand moves fast, the friction burning pleasurably against my clit, my folds, and then he moves faster still.