Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
His cock settled against my cleft, making me shift my hips until the underside of him was flat against me, allowing me to grind against his hardness to ease some of the frustrated ache inside of me as his lips took mine once again.
It started slow and sweet before his lips got harder and more demanding as we writhed against each other.
He pulled back to look at me as the head of his cock pressed against me, then slid inside with one smooth, deep stroke as he buried to the hilt, filling me completely.
My legs rose to his sides as my hips writhed against him and my walls tightened around him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, closing his eyes for a second, looking for some control. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about this,” he added, lips pecking mine lightly a few times. “Better than I could have imagined,” he added as his hips started to rock in and out of me.
The intensity in his eyes as we moved together made me almost immediately emotional. Folding up, I tried to hide my face in his neck.
“I want to look at you when I’m inside of you,” he objected, pulling back, and sliding an arm around my waist, then shifting our positions, so I was straddling him. “So fucking beautiful,” he hissed as his hands brushed my hair off my neck so he could lean forward and press a kiss at the space where my neck met my shoulder. “Ride me, baby,” he groaned, voice tight with his own need for release.
Somehow, his need only spurred on mine, and my hips started to move.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster as we drove each other higher and higher.
One of Brock’s hands settled at the side of my neck. The other slid between my thighs, engaging my clit as I continued to ride him.
My whimpers grew to ragged moans.
Brock’s hisses and indrawn breaths became low groans and words of praise as we drove toward that edge.
“You feel so fucking good,” he hissed as his hips started to rock up into me as I rode him. “You look so fucking gorgeous when you’re taking my cock,” he said, his fingers sinking into my ass, urging me to move faster.
No one had ever talked to me in bed, and certainly never with praise. Somehow, the words were just the push my body needed.
My hips rocked.
His thrust.
And the orgasm slammed through me, stealing my breath along with all the damn strength in my body, leaving me falling into his chest as the waves just kept crashing over and over.
“Fuck, baby,” Brock hissed, driving up into me through my orgasm, then yanking my hips down on him to take him deep as he found his own.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, clinging to each other, trying to even out our breathing and bring some order to the chaos in our bodies and minds.
It wasn’t until I heard applause from somewhere in the building that I seemed to snap out of it and back into my right mind.
“Shit,” I hissed, sliding off of his lap, then climbing off of the couch.
“Baby…” Brock tried, reaching toward me.
“I, ah, I have to go, uhm, freshen up,” I said, yanking my skirt down, then rushing out of the door, leaving him all but naked as I rushed through the building, trying to find my way back to the bathrooms.
“You okay?” a voice asked as I rushed in.
There she was, a pretty blonde that I knew by association, though not personally.
Elsie.
“Yeah, a little, uhm, overheated,” I said, going toward the sink to turn on the tap with one hand and grab some paper towels with the other. I soaked the paper towel and pressed it to the back of my neck.
Only then did I look up at my reflection.
Anyone who looked closely would see a woman freshly fucked.
There was no other way around it.
My cheeks and chest were flushed.
There was a slight beard burn across my skin.
My hair was messy.
My lipstick was smudged.
“You know,” Elsie said, shooting me a smirk as she went to the door, “I got… overheated at this event last year,” she told me with a smirk before disappearing.
Alone, I took a few, deep breaths, knowing I needed to get it together before I went back to the hall.
It wasn’t until, a few moments later, when I was making my way toward the door that I realized something.
My panties were missing.
“Shit,” I hissed as I pulled the door open, ready to rush back to the room to find them.
“Looking for these?” Brock’s voice asked, making me jolt hard to find him leaning against the wall near the door, twirling my panties on his finger.
“Brock!” I hissed, trying to reach out, but he was faster than I was, grabbing them, and shoving them into his breast pocket.