Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Sure, I type, teeth gritted, not meaning it even a little bit. How do you feel about being my woman, Brooke?
Exactly the same as I did yesterday. Amazing. Nothing’s changed there.
Good. I can’t help but smile. Because you DO belong to me. You’re mine, and you always will be. Nothing could ever change that. I’ve got a confession to make.
Yeah? she asks.
I don’t want to waste a single drop of my seed again if it’s not in your tight virgin pussy. But I couldn’t control myself just now in the shower. I can never control myself when I think about you.
I’ve got a confession to make too, she replies.
Yeah?
She sends. I just did exactly the same.
My cock thrums to life again, my base tense. Tension erupts in me, making me hard within seconds, despite how recently I just spilled my seed.
It’s like my body knows it doesn’t count unless it’s inside her.
Tell me what you did. I type.
Banner…should I?
I know what she’s saying. She’s telling me she should hold off. There’s too much at stake here. We need to honor our plan to wait until after the honeymoon to let the truth out.
Even picturing Gil’s face, twisted in betrayal, does nothing to quieten the beast inside of me.
No, I reply. But I want it so badly. I want you so badly.
I want the same, she texts. Seriously, I want it DESPERATELY, even if I am a little nervous.
About being a virgin? I ask.
Yeah.
I wouldn’t worry about that, I text back. Your body was made for me, Brooke. Your body exists for me to claim, to push deep and fuck until your soaked pussy is all creamy for me, then you’ll come again and again…
Banner, she texts. I want you to stop. But I want you to keep going too.
I laugh gruffly. I know the feeling.
I’m going to meet Mila, she texts. But I hope you’re right about the virginity thing.
I am, I tell her. I felt how ready you were when I was between your legs. I could TASTE how ready your needy pussy was. It was soaked for me, begging me to slip inside you and take you over and over.
You make me so horny, she texts.
I’m going to have to take you from behind. Maybe not your first time. But I WILL need to slam against your sweet ass as I stare down at you, watch your mounds shake for me, watch them bounce.
My cock is solid, even harder than it was in the shower. It’s the knowledge she’s on the other side of this phone.
She’s right there, getting all excited as she reads my words, getting ready to do what we have to do.
And what we should never, under any circumstances, indulge in.
For Gil.
Banner….
I know, I text. We have to be good. I’m going to check about the rappelling. Have fun with Mila.
I’ll try, she responds. I’ll be thinking about you.
And I’ll be thinking about you. Always.
It takes me a few minutes to be in the state to go outside, my cock throbbing, aching with so much tension it hurts. There’s no place it belongs except inside my woman, buried deep inside her.
It belongs there. I truly believe that. It was made for her sweet slit.
But no.
These are the thoughts that are going to kill me today. I need to try and exert control. Some, at least.
But as I’m about to leave, my phone vibrates again.
Are you still there?
I stare down at her message, my lip twitching. Yeah, why?
Well…you kind of got me all excited now. I kind of haven’t left my room yet.
My heart starts pounding, sending more rock-hard tension right to the base of my cock, making me want to howl with the tightness of it.
You horny girl, I text. Okay, I want you to imagine I’m giving you a sensual massage. You’re lying on your front. I start slow, massaging your shoulders, then move down, over your round juicy ass, and between your legs. But I don’t touch your wet slit, not yet…I’m making you wait for that.
I try to remind myself this is wrong as I walk back into the bathroom.
I should stop, I reflect, as I take my hard throbbing dick in my hand.
There’s still time to back out.
But then my phone vibrates.
And I’m completely lost all over again.
CHAPTER 21
Brooke
“Now, this is the life,” Sonya says, leaning back in the recliner with her legs folded and her sunglasses covering her eyes. She’s got a big smile on her face…a smile I could shatter if I told her what I did before coming out here, the texting steaminess.
I was supposed to be good this morning, but I’ve had two orgasms, and it’s not even lunchtime.
Mila looks across her mom from her own recliner, eyebrow arched as if to say, See?
“So, girls,” Sonya says. “What are you thinking of wearing later? We’re not strict about the rehearsal since we’re so unbelievably generous, so you can choose your own outfit.”