Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Brett said athletic cute for the first part of the date—which I had internally freaked out that there were two parts of the date? Two? And what was athletic cute? The second part of the date was casual date. Again, what was casual date? No pants and an oversized hoodie? No. That was lounging Netflix date attire.
I’d gone with black leggings, those were always appreciated by men and a black racerback tank. They were my favorite because they made my boobs look magnificent, and I wasn’t usually someone obsessed with her boobs. Except I was when I wore a racerback tank, which note to self, I needed to wear them more because they were awesome.
Brett wore black sweatpants and a T-shirt. Both casual, athletic, and comfortable, but on him, they looked good. The shirt molded over his big shoulders, those nice strong pectorals, hugged over his very firm and ripped stomach, the same stomach that wasn’t lean because there were muscles over muscles over muscles, and I was drooling.
Grabbing my purse, I opened the door and left. My second outfit was in the bag strapped on my back.
Brett stopped, seeing me, and his eyes warmed, darkening as they slid over me, feeling like a caress.
I was already heated, the sweat was still there, and at that look, my body sprang from warm to hot. I flushed all over, knowing that was going to show on my chest and neck. Red cleavage, that was me.
His mouth curved up. “Thinking this first part of the date was a bad choice.” As I got closer, he drew me in, pulling me to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. His head turned down, looking at me, so I did the same, but my nips were out saying hello. Then, purposely, he slid a hand to the small of my back and pulled me the rest of the way to him, so I could feel just how excited he was in return. His cock was up and hardening as I pressed in against him.
His eyes heated, and he sighed a curse. His head fell down, and he met my lips with his, a soft graze before he whispered, “Definitely backfired on me.”
Some of my sweaty nerves were standing down, and I melted more against him. My head fell back and I grinned up at him. “We could skip?”
He was considering it, really considering it. The blatant hunger was all over his face before he let out another sigh and released me. “I can’t or I can never let you know what we’re going to be doing. You’ll have my balls if I do.”
My hand jerked forward, a reflex, and brushed over his dick.
We both paused.
Brett closed his eyes. “Do it again.”
I shifted so if anyone was watching from the main house, they wouldn’t be able to see as I slowly rubbed over his dick, and then I rubbed it again. Up. Down. It jerked under my touch, and my hand moved to grasp it, my whole hand wrapped around him through his sweats. I began stroking him, squeezing gently, then stroking again, a little harder.
I glanced up.
Brett’s eyes were lidded and heavy, and molten. “Keep going.”
I looked over my shoulder, but no Vicky or Howard in the windows.
Brett cursed, taking hold of my hips and began walking us backwards.
I started to let go of him— “Do not,” he said through gritted teeth. “Do not let go of my cock. Keep your hand on me.”
I kept my hand on him.
Then we were inside my place, and the door was slammed, and fuck it.
As soon as that door shut, I fell to my knees.
“Oh, God,” Brett moaned.
I yanked down his sweats and boxer briefs and wrapped my hand around his cock all over again. I began stroking him.
“Jesus,” he breathed out, almost hissing.
He was watching me, his eyes almost black they were so dark, so hungry.
I began to ache for him myself, getting wet, so I moved forward, replacing my hand with my mouth, and Brett pushed his hips forward, his cock slipping deeper inside my mouth.
I started sucking, bobbing my head.
As I kept going, Brett’s hips were rocking into me until his hands went to the side of my head and he began guiding me. Feeling me relax, he gripped me harder, holding my head steady, he began to fuck my mouth.
Fuck.
He pushed so far in.
I widened my throat, welcoming him even farther.
“Shit, you feel so fucking good. Your lips wrapped around my cock. Your mouth fucking warm and wet, so tight around me.” He grunted, his speed increasing.
I shifted on my knees, getting a stronger stance, and I reached around him, my hand splayed out on his ass. I yanked him closer, and he ground against me, his cock swelling and then unloading inside of my mouth.