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)
Shit that feels good.
Imagine how good it would feel fucking her brains out.
“So what you’re saying is…the reason you’re a virgin is because you waited so long it got embarrassing, ergo your ego was stopping you from having sex because you didn’t want to tell someone.”
Like an idiot, I nod.
“Okay,” she says, nodding back at me. “We’ll wait.”
I put my hand on top of hers. “I don’t wanna.”
“You don’t wanna?” She laughs.
“No.” Especially not if she keeps stroking my dick the way she’s stroking it. Jesus, it’s cutting off all the blood to my brain and making me incapable of having a single ounce of the willpower I’ve had for twenty-one years.
She stops tugging on my cock. “What do you want from me, Brodie?”
“I want to fuck you.”
The words spill out in a mad rush and I brace myself for her inevitable laughter or maybe even a swift slap across the face because I just used the work fuck and you in a sentence.
But instead, she blinks at me.
Tilts her head, removing her hand from my body.
“I’m going to need you to repeat that—just so we’re clear.”
I cringe, painfully aware of how naked she still is and how her tits move when she readjusts herself on the bed, nipples pointy tips I want to suck on while she’s on top of me.
God damn, why didn’t I just fuck her and keep my mouth shut? Why’d I go and tell her?
I shake my head at her. “I’m not repeating that.”
“You’re going to have to—I want to make sure I heard you right and proper.”
“I shouldn’t have said it in the first place—I’m not saying it again.”
“Awww,” she says, coming over to my side of the bed. “Does Brodie feel bad for using dirty words in bed?”
The thing is, it doesn’t sound as if she’s bothered by it. She sounds amused. Turned on even, if the way she’s leaning over and softly whispering, “So you’re saying you want to fuck me,” in my ear, is any indication.
She licks my earlobe. “Is that what you want?”
I nod my head like a marionette and she’s pulling the strings.
And with that, Lizzy pushes me to my back, straddling me the way she did the other night except this time, we’re not wearing clothes and this time, I know what the outcome is going to be.
Sex.
The mattress creaks beneath us as she moves over me, undulating her hips, her eyes blazing with desire.
For me.
A bruised, scarred, beast.
What the hell did I do to deserve this?
She’s a fucking angel.
I reach up to cup her face, my thumbs tracing the curve of her jaw, unable to stop myself as I lean up to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Hot. Wet. The taste of her is so fucking intoxicating, there will never be a day where I’ll need to get drunk on alcohol.
She moans against my lips, hands on my shoulders for balance as she leans forward, hair already half dry and hanging down in long, dark sheets. I groan in response when her tits press against my chest, then move so I can palm them in my hands.
Lizzy bites her bottom lip. “Maybe now is a good time to get the condom out of my purse—before things get too far.”
Good idea.
She hops off and I mourn the loss—my cock growing harder when she bends all the way over, ass in the air, pussy visible as she digs in her bag.
Note to self: do her from behind.
Mouthwatering pussy.
I could eat that shit daily.
"Brought you a little present," she teases, holding up the condom with a playful wink and saunters back to the bed with it, tossing it to the mattress next to me.
My heart skips a beat at the sight of it; I’ve only ever torn open a package in Sex Ed class at school and practiced slipping one onto a banana.
Actually.
That’s a lie.
I practiced on my own dick once and my dad caught me, which was the one and only time I’ve experimented putting a condom on my own prick.
I can’t take my eyes off Lizzy.
Her body.
Her long, dark hair.
Not when she walks back to the bed and not when she climbs back onto it, kissing me on the lips, reigniting the fire.
"Thanks," I manage to reply, voice hoarse.
She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief, pressing her body against mine in a way that makes my pulse quicken all over again. "No problem," she purrs, her breath warm against my skin as she trails kisses along my jawline. “A lady is always prepared.”
I moan softly, unable to suppress it.
With trembling hands, I reach out to cup her face, my thumbs tracing the curve of her cheek as I pull her closer. I don’t want her on top of me this time; I want her under me so I can look at her. Watch her.