Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
But I can’t.
His kisses are that powerful. That drugging.
And this one? It’s the most powerful and drugging kiss to date.
I feel like he’s marking me. Branding me.
Branded by Brock Steel.
Oddly, the thought isn’t anathema. On the contrary, I like it. I like it a lot.
Why wouldn’t I? I’m in love with this fool.
His teeth clash with mine, and his abrasive stubble abrades the skin on my cheeks and chin. And all I can think about is his hard dick pressing into my belly.
My nipples are so hard, I feel like they’re poking straight into his chest. And my pussy… God, that tingling between my legs is so intense…
I’m wet. So damned wet.
I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but no one gets me wet the way Brock Steel does.
How could I have considered going to bed with Dragon Locke? Going out with Davey Haynes?
No one else will satisfy me now that I’ve had a taste of Brock Steel.
It’s over for me. It’s this man or no one.
Sure, there are parts of him I don’t like. But the heart wants what it wants.
I may not like every part of him, but I’m completely in love with all of him.
So I respond. I respond to his kiss with my own brand of passion and desire. My groans meet his groans, and when he grabs my ponytail and yanks it, exposing my neck, our mouths part with a smack, and he slides his tongue over my throat.
“God…” comes out of me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls against my flesh.
I think I say something then, but I’m not sure what the words are. I only know that this is leading to the bedroom. This is leading to naked bodies thrashing together.
And I don’t have the will or the desire to fight it.
I love this man, and I want to be with him.
“Need you,” he grits out.
“Yes. Me too.”
“No. I mean now. I need you now.”
In sheer seconds, it becomes clear what he means. My shoes and jeans and panties lie on the floor, and I gasp at the cold against my ass when he sets me on the counter.
Within another second, his jeans and underwear are around his thighs, and his dick is inside me.
I don’t want to stop. He fills such an aching emptiness. But—
“Brock.”
He thrusts.
“Brock…”
He thrusts again.
“Brock!” I push at his chest.
His eyes are wide, crazed. “What? What is it?”
“Condom, damn it. Condom!”
“Fuck.” He pulls his jeans back up and shoves his hands in the pockets. “Fuck,” he says again when his pockets turn up empty. Without snapping his jeans, he walks out and returns a moment later, fully sheathed.
Then he plunges back into me.
And again, I’m filled.
It’s different, though. There’s a barrier between us—a barrier I don’t want there. Besides, if I’m already pregnant, what does it matter?
But he can’t blame me this time. I told him to get a condom.
Part of me was hoping he would say screw it and continue without one.
But he didn’t.
That saddens me.
He continues thrusting, and yes, it feels good. The way his massive cock stretches me every time. It’s amazing. Soul crushing.
But something was lost.
It’s not as raw and heart-wrenching as it was before he put on the condom.
I close my eyes, lean my head back as he continues.
I want desperately to recapture the rawness of when he first entered me.
But I already know I’m not going to have a climax. I’m thinking too much.
Not a problem for Brock, though. He plunges into me deeply, and I feel him. I feel the contractions as he spurts—not into me but into the condom.
He groans. “Damn, Rory.”
I open my eyes.
Beads of sweat emerge at his brow, and the hair around his face is slightly damp.
He’s beautiful, of course. He’s Brock Steel. His lips are red and swollen from our kisses, and his eyes are glazed over from the orgasm.
Yes, he’s beautiful.
But something was definitely missing this time.
So much I want to say to him, but he’ll go running away if I do.
“I think I’ll go on the pill.” I lift my eyebrows. I’m not sure where those words came from.
“I’d love that, sweetheart.”
“Would you? Of course you would because it means you get to fuck me without a condom. I know enough about male anatomy to know it feels a hell of a lot better that way.”
“Wait, wait, wait… You said the words, Rory. And yeah, of course it feels better. Do you feel as much when you pet your dog with a glove on?”
I push him away and hop off the counter. “I’m not going on the pill, Brock.”
“Then why did you say it?”
Why did I? To please him. I said it to please him, not myself. And I’m not going to be that woman. I’m not going to be that woman who sacrifices a little part of herself to please her partner.