Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
His fingers ghost up my inner thigh, and I whimper.
“What makes that hot as fuck little noise come out of your perfect mouth.”
God, his words are so filthy, so damn everything.
“One thing that hasn’t changed,” he continues as he kisses and licks his way up my throat to my ear. “This pussy was made for me. Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.”
I arch up into his hand, and cup his face as he moves over to kiss me, his tongue slips between my lips and slides over mine, making me groan as his fingertips brush over my clit, making electricity burst through me.
“Brooks,” I moan against his lips.
“Yes, baby.” Fuck, his fingers are magical.
“I need you.”
His eyes find mine. He moves over me, nudges his way between my legs, resting his thick, heavy cock against my sopping-wet slit. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he brushes my hair away from my face.
“Where?”
I reach between us, but he captures my wrist, kisses my palm, and holds my hand over my head.
“Where do you need me, Wildfire?”
Wildfire. God, I love that name, and I missed him calling me that. It makes me feel bolder. Stronger.
“Inside me. I need you inside me, okay? Please.”
“I’m going to fuck you without a condom.”
“Great. Fine. Just do it.”
He growls, pulls his hips back, and lines the head of his cock against my entrance. We both watch as he pushes his crown inside me, and I bite my lip.
He’s so … big. The first time we had sex, I thought he was going to split me in two. This isn’t going to be any different, and I’m so ready, so turned on.
“I need you to breathe for me.” He brushes his lips over mine again and his free hand pushes into my hair, softly combing my curls. “Take a breath, Jules.”
I do, and his eyes soften.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His whispered words bring tears to my eyes. I can’t help it. This is the first time we’ve been like this in so long, and I didn’t think I’d ever have him like this again.
It’s everything.
“No tears.” He rubs his nose against my own as he sinks another inch inside me, and we both moan. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”
I lift my hips, taking more of him, and he grits his teeth.
“Jules.”
“I’m right here.”
“I need to pound into you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
With a happy sigh, I drag my hands up and down his back. This is my man. I always loved how intense and rough Brooks gets. “Hurt me, handsome. Fuck me until I’m bruised and sore and I can’t walk tomorrow.”
His face hardens, his eyes darken, sending a thrill through me, and with his forehead on mine, he starts to move, pushing the rest of the way inside me, pausing there, and then pulling out again.
Before I can form a thought, he slams back inside, balls deep, and I cry out. My back bows off the bed, and holy shit, I want more.
“Is that what you want, greedy girl?”
“Yes!”
He repeats the motion, pulls out and then slams back in, grinding his pubis against my clit and making me cry out again. Holy shit.
“Take it, baby,” he growls against my neck. “Take all of this big fucking cock.”
“Oh God.”
He’s moving faster now. He finds a hard, punishing rhythm that makes my breath catch and sets my body on fire.
I can’t get enough.
It’ll never be enough.
“Brooks—”
“That’s right. Say my fucking name. Who’s fucking this gorgeous pussy right now?”
“Brooks.” The word is broken, choked out through ragged breaths, and it makes him growl and move faster. Harder.
He lifts on his knees, spreads me wider, and presses his thumb to my clit as he continues to pound into me mercilessly, his eyes pinned to where we’re joined together.
“Oh God!” I clamp around him, my walls shuddering, on the verge of a blinding climax.
“Did I say you can come?” His voice is demanding, hard.
I shake my head, unable to form words.
“Hold on, Wildfire. Don’t you dare fucking come.”
“I c-can’t hold back—”
Suddenly, he pulls out all the way, leaving me empty, my pussy contracting, searching for him, and I cry out.
“What the fuck!”
“I say when you can come.” He shakes his head, breathing hard. “I own your orgasms. Don’t fucking forget who’s in charge here, Juliet.”
“Brooks, please. Please, don’t do that.” I reach for him and rise up onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, bury my face there, and tremble. “Please.”
He lifts me off the bed, and my back hits the wall seconds before he plunges back inside me and starts to pound into me again.
“Oh yes.”
“I love it when you fucking beg,” he growls against my lips. “It drives me out of my fucking mind. This pussy hugs me so goddamn perfectly. Fuck.”
My legs wrap around his waist, and I hold on for dear life as he fucks me ruthlessly. The climax builds again, and he bites the top of my shoulder, hard enough to break skin, but I don’t care.