Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Her tits were right in my face, so I did the only thing I could. I held them tight and flicked my tongue over the hardened peaks. The sounds she made, the way she dragged her wet pussy against the hard ridge beneath my zipper was so fucking hot I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hang on.
“Brock.”
My mouth was full of her. One hand slid between us until I found her where she was hot and wet, and pulsing for my touch.
“Oh, my god!” Her head fell forward, and she arched her back, feeding her beautiful tits into my mouth. She was gorgeous as she rode my fingers, taking her time to prolong her pleasure, which was just fine by me. “Brock, you feel so good.”
I moaned against her breast and bit down on her nipple until she cried out. “You feel even better.”
She smiled, but she didn’t stop moving, slow moves that increased her arousal until she exploded, and it was my name on her lips when she did. “God, Brock. More. I need more!” Her blue eyes glittered with joy and raw, naked hunger.
“I am yours to command.” I spread my arms wide, resting them on the back of the sofa with a smile.
Her breath caught, and she watched me for a long second, trying to figure out if she could trust my words, and then she was on her feet, unzipping my jeans. Popping the button and shoving them down my legs along with my boxers. “What a beautiful dick.”
I laughed. But when she took me to the back of her throat and moaned, I let out a roar of pleasure. “Sela, fuck!”
She released me with a pop and smiled as she gripped my cock in one hand and the sofa in the other, sliding down in one long, slow move. “Yes. Perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” I moaned, unable to look away from the sight of her, completely naked and consumed by me. Me. “So fucking beautiful.”
Long blond hair brushed against my thighs, her gorgeous teardrop tits perched right at my mouth, giving me no choice but to take one in my mouth and suck it until she cried out. “Brock!”
“I feel you, Sela. Your pussy so hot and so wet. She’s so slick and sucking me like a pro.”
“Dirty,” she whispered.
“Ride me,” I demanded, gripping her thighs tighter.
She squealed and slid up and down my length, faster and faster. “I can feel you growing inside me. Pulsing. It’s really fucking hot.”
“It’s all you,” I told her and gripped the back of her head, kissing her hard and deep while she rode my cock hard and fast. She was amazing. Incredible. She was everything, and I knew I was in trouble as my balls tightened in that familiar sensation. “Fuck.”
She smiled and watched me with her hands on my shoulders, riding me like I was her favorite rodeo stallion. I didn’t know what she was searching for, but a low growl escaped, and then she had me in a vise grip. “Brock, I’m coming.”
“I feel it, babe. You’ve got me right on the edge. Fuck me, Sela.”
Oh god, Brock,” she moaned and slammed down hard and deep with every stroke until she froze, and her body trembled. She shook violently, her nails dug into my shoulders as she rode out her orgasm until her body—damp and hot—sagged against mine.
But I wasn’t done with her, not yet. I left her where she was, gripping her hips while I pumped up into her body, hard and fast. I kept up a punishing pace because I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed to come so fucking bad, but I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
Not ever.
“Brock,” she mumbled in a warning tone.
I didn’t slow down, didn’t stop. I stroked in and out of her hot core until I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Fuck, Sela! So damn good.”
“Brock!” She came again, hard and fast. Her hot pussy gripped me tight and pulsed around me until my cock exploded and filled her up until I had nothing left to give.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, bodies hot and slick, and stuck together on her sofa. But it was nice. It was better than nice. It felt like it was something we did often, something I wanted to do often.
With this woman.
Oh fuck.
Sela eventually pulled back, a wide, satisfied grin on her face. “Three orgasms, Brock! You gave me… wow.” She kissed me long and slow, gently as if she was making love to my mouth. “You are definitely bad news,” she grinned, her hands cupping my face gently. “You’re going to make it really hard to walk away from you.”
Her words hit me in the chest because suddenly, for the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking of how to get away from a woman.