Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I should’ve known neither of us could resist going for round two. And three.
I reach for the table and grab a condom. I show Greer how to roll it on, both of us laughing when she cracks a joke about this being much different than practicing with a banana in sex ed.
Greer rises up on her knees again. Her hair falls in her face when she looks down to line us up. Even through the condom, I feel how hot she is, how ready. She spreads her legs wider and lowers herself onto me the tiniest bit. Just so her body swallows my crown.
Pressure.
So much exquisite pressure.
Need spiraling through me, I bite my lip. She looks up. Looks at me. Her lips part, her brow furrowed in concentration.
“You’re right,” she says. “It does feel full this way.”
I glide a hand up her belly. Thumb her nipple. “We can try a different position if it’s too much?”
She shakes her head. Lowers herself a little bit more and puts a hand on my chest, using it to hold herself up. “I told you I liked it. The pain. Just gimme a minute to get used to you, okay?”
“Keep talking.”
“Okay.”
Her eyes stay locked on mine. I watch them flicker with hurt.
With my other hand, I reach for her clit. I thumb it like I did before. Continue to thumb her nipple, creating a rhythm that makes the pain in her eyes melt.
“I like that,” she says.
“I can tell.”
Her legs start to shake. She sinks onto my length all at once, swallowing me whole. She gasps, grabbing for my hand at her breast. I growl and tangle my fingers with hers. Run my thumb along the back of her hand.
“Full,” she whimpers.
“Beautiful.” I look down at our joined bodies. Her pussy is spread wide around my girth. “Look how beautiful you are, sweetheart.”
She looks down. Watches me curl my thumb over her clit. Looks back up. Now her eyes are flashing with heat.
Using her hand on my chest for leverage, she rolls her hips into my touch. It’s a small movement that turns into a slow, steady rocking that already has me toeing the edge of my orgasm. My heartbeat is everywhere. In my dick and behind my eyes. Inside my skin and pulsing down my legs.
Greer sits up straighter. She takes me even deeper at this angle, but it doesn’t seem to hurt her anymore because she continues to rock. The motion gives me the friction I’m looking for. She gets more confident. Moves more deeply, my dick gliding in and out of her tight heat.
Her pussy flutters around me.
“Oh,” she breathes. “This—you inside—it feels so good, Brooks.”
“Wait until you come. You’re going to lose your fucking mind.”
Her lips curl into a little smile. “So cocky.”
“You don’t like it?”
“Of course I—oh, like it.” Her breath hitches when I press my thumb a little harder against her clit.
Her hips move faster. Closing her eyes, she rides my dick like she means it. She no longer needs to lean on my chest for support, so that hand is on her other breast now. Both hands are on her breasts and so are mine. Together we play with her nipples. She makes these breathy little moans that rise in volume with each rock of her pelvis.
The roll of her body. The arch of her back. The way she holds my hands as I cup her tits before reaching for her clit again.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
We move together in a strong, silent rhythm. I stroke her clit once, twice, and her pussy clamps down on me. She throws her head back and cries out. Ohmigod, ohmigod, Brooks, ohmiGOD.
She’s already tight, and the extra pressure of her orgasm holding me in its vise-like grip is overwhelming. I close my eyes and come so hard I think my head really has exploded. I see stars. Color. Her.
For several heartbeats I float suspended in the sudden, bright light of clarity brought on the release.
Her, my body thunders. It’s her.
Chapter Eighteen
BROOKS
I open my eyes and watch Greer fold her body on top of me, her arms bent between us. She rests her head on my shoulder. Our chests heave.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly against me. My dick still throbbing inside her. Our skin, slick with sweat, sticks. My lungs burn and my pulse pounds, like I just finished a workout.
“Wow,” she whispers at last.
Laughing, I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Told you.”
Silence envelopes us. I trail my fingertips up and down the ridge of her spine. Her skin is so soft here. She sighs. Burrows into my chest, her hair tickling my arm.
And then my stomach goes and ruins the moment with a loud grumble. We slept right through lunch.
“Chocolate?” She turns her head so her chin rests on my chest, our eyes meeting. “We still have those pretzels—the ones without the secret ingredient. I bet they’d be delicious with that whiskey from the minibar.”