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)
Her ass was made for my hands.
“Everything,” she whispers. “Oh, Banner….”
“Let’s go for a walk,” I say, almost panting as I push the words out.
“A…walk?”
“Anybody could see us here,” I say, then she flinches.
I read her expression, moving my hands to her face, having to force myself, so I don’t keep massaging and indulging in her curvaceous ass.
“If I had my way, everybody would know,” I tell her firmly. “I didn’t say that because I’m embarrassed to be seen with you. I said it because….”
“I know,” she says, squeezing onto my sides. “I guess it’s still hard to believe sometimes.”
I kiss her tenderly on the forehead. “Believe it, Brooke. It’s happening. We’re real. We’re forever baby.”
“Forever,” she whispers. “I want that so badly.”
I take her hand, guiding her through the trees. We walk in silence, enjoying each other’s company until we come to a small body of water.
It makes me think of when we almost kissed next to the pond at her party a year ago.
She holds onto my hand tightly as we come to a stop.
The clearing lets the water catch the starlight, causing her cheeks to glisten as she stares up at me.
She’s got this look on her face like she’s ready, but she wants me to make the first move.
Or maybe that’s yet another excuse.
I don’t know. I can’t overthink this.
Leaning down, I kiss her. She whimpers with fresh lust in it, and her fresh need makes my cock stiffen with animal hunger.
When her hand begins to slide down my body, I know what she wants, the same thing I want. I know where this is going.
And I can’t stop.
Ever.
CHAPTER 23
Brooke
I’m not thinking, not letting myself think.
Thoughts could ruin this.
Thoughts like…
What will dad say?
What if I’m not good enough?
What if this ends terribly?
Instead, I focus on the feeling of his touch as he pulls at my dress, gathering it and then slipping his hands beneath.
His hands smooth over my ass, then around to my pussy.
He pushes his fingers against my naked pussy, and then breaks off the kiss, staring down at me with hungry eyes.
His hair shines in the starlight. His features are twisted with savage possession, and his muscles bulge in his T-shirt.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” he snarls. “Did you know something was going to happen out here, you horny virgin?”
I shake my head and nod at the same time, making him smirk.
“You make me so crazy.” He rubs my pussy faster, smearing wetness all over my folds, then brings his finger to my sex, teasing it as he moves in tantalizing circles. “You’re soaked, Brooke. Drenched. Your body wants my cock so bad. You need to take my seed so. Fucking. Bad. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, my hand finally finding his manhood.
I stroke him over his pants, feeling how large he is pushing against my palm, his cock trying to break free.
“You’re so big. Will you f-fit?”
I stutter on the word, still feeling self-conscious about this stuff, even now. But I refuse to let it rule me. I won’t live in fear of what might happen when something amazing is happening now.
He pushes his finger inside of me.
I moan as he slips deeper, sensations buzzing in my sex, tickling my insides as he brings his mouth to my ear. My hand moves quickly up and down, and I’m sure I can feel him getting even harder, even closer to an eruption.
“This pussy was made for me,” he snarls, breath moving down my neck, tickling. “You’re going to take every inch, Brooke. Every. Single. One. And when I explode inside of you, your young body’s going to drink all my seed. You’re going to be the mother to my children.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan as he moves his fingers in circles, tickling my sex, opening me wider, making me believe maybe I can take him after all.
My hands move to his shirt, instinct pushing me.
It’s easier to forget about all the things I should be thinking about – the promise we made to wait, dad, the wedding – with his powerful finger taking possession of me.
He has to remove his hand as I lift his shirt over his head.
His muscles catch the light, gleaming against his broad chest, and his firm abs.
His mouth twitches again as he steps back, waving a hand at me. “Let me see you.”
I look around. “What if somebody….”
“We’ll be quiet. And I’ll listen. I’d never let anybody see you like this, Brooke. I’d die before that. All of you, every part, belongs to me. No man is ever going to see you being so sexy. Just me. Always me.”
We both know we need to stop. We’re on the edge of losing complete control.
I never knew desire like this existed before us.
“Undress for me,” he says, a carnal quiver in his voice. “I need to see you naked. I can’t stop thinking about you.”