Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Water continues pounding us.
She has me so deep inside her throat it has my brain and body spiraling closer and closer to the edge, so close to the edge I can barely fucking think.
“So good, don’t fucking stop,” I groan in a voice I don’t recognize, my fingers gripping her hair.
It takes every ounce of energy I have to look down at her so I can watch her face and stare at my cock in her mouth and I just lose it right then and there.
I fucking lose it.
With a loud moan I’m sure my roommates can hear, I let out a guttural cry and I let go. She sucks every drop out of me with a relentless determination, as I ride out the waves of pleasure washing over me.
I’m dizzy.
Weak.
Empty, actually, watching as she spits my cum into the drain and wipes her mouth then looks up at with a satisfied smile.
God damn do I want to fuck her…
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
LIZZY
If he doesn’t want to bang me after this, there is no hope for him.
I’m exhausted after blowing him but know that like a good boy, he’ll return the favor—but I don’t want it here, in the bathroom. Brodie was so loud when he came there’s no doubt his roommates heard the ruckus, though to be honest: I’m glad.
Not a voyer but don’t mind putting on a show.
My mouth is sore, jaw feeling a bit bruised.
Blow jobs are no joke.
They are not for the faint of heart and if you’re going to go at it go at it hard.
That’s one way to inspire loyalty in a guy—a good BJ every once in a while will have him following you around like a puppy dog…
Brodie is no exception, swallowing me up in the massive bath towel, wrapping me in it before planting a kiss on the top of my head, then wrapping his big arms around me.
“Still cold?”
I shake my head. “Not even a little.”
The water had been scalding hot and burnt every bit of chill out of my body and we gather up our clothes—but don’t put them back on. Not that I want to put on clothes I’ve already worn, but you get what I’m saying:
We have no intention of getting dressed.
Eagerly, I follow him back to his bedroom, the short trip down the hallway laced with tension; I need his roommates to stay in their bedrooms and not poke their heads out so I close the door, making sure it is locked.
Modesty and all that…
With a playful grin, Brodie pushes me gently onto his bed, his eyes dark with desire as he hovers above me, towel wrapped around his trim waist. I want to tug it off so it drops to the ground, so I can stare at his gorgeous dick.
My mouth is forever watering at the thought and frankly, I feel the need to point out how he’s one lucky bastard, because I can’t stop thinking about his wiener. But now isn’t the time because Brodie is all business.
"Are you ready to continue our fun?" he whispers, his voice low and husky with promise as he gets down on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed and pulling my towel off.
"More than ready," I reply, reach down to grip his shoulders, intending to pull him closer.
But he doesn’t.
He stays at the foot of the bed, stays on his knees, looking like he’s going to go down on me.
Is now a good time to tell him I’m already wet and not just from the shower?
Like—he can start fucking me, there’s no need for foreplay, I’ve been dreaming about having his big dick buried inside me since the second I saw him on that porch. He’s the one drawing this out….
"Good." His perfect lips trail along my inner thigh, his breath hot against my skin.
I shiver, flesh covered with goosebumps, anticipation coursing through my veins.
I’m a sure thing.
We can cut to the chase.
I wish he would!
Brodie kisses his way up my body, mouth kissing my stomach. Sternum. Breasts.
He kisses one nipple, then the other.
I gasp as his lips find their way to my neck, his touch is electric, fingers tracing delicate patterns along my skin as he explores every inch of me as if he’s never seen my naked body before; like he’s never seen a body as beautiful as mine.
He’s in awe of me, I can see it in his eyes.
No guy has ever looked at me this way.
Never.
My body isn’t perfect and neither is his, and this is the first person I’ve never felt…like I’ve had to fold my arms across my boobs or hide my stomach or leave the lights off.
I want him to see me and he does.
He lavishes attention to my boobs before lowering himself again,
lips lighting a path of fire down my chest as he worships me. I arch my back, so needy, while my fingers tangle in his damp hair.