Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to do this.” Her answer is to take the head of my cock into her hot wet mouth. “Fuck,” I moan. With each bob of her head, she takes more of me. I grip the sheets to keep from burying my hands in her hair and fucking her mouth. This is her show, and I’m going to let her dictate the ending. Even if it kills me.
She doesn’t stop. With each stroke of her hand on my cock her mouth takes me deeper. It’s a feeling, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve had my fair share of blow jobs, and this one is by far the best of my life. I’m smart enough to know it has everything to do with the woman giving it to me.
Not able to take it, I move my hands to her hair. I bury them there, but nothing more. I just need to touch her. I don’t push her, letting her keep her pace. “Baby, you have to stop,” I tell her as tingles begin to race up my spine. She doesn’t stop; in fact, it feels like she doubles her efforts, and her head bobs a little faster, and the jerk of her hand picks up speed. I tap her on the shoulder, warning her that it’s time. “Jo—” I pant, not able to get her name past my lips. “Fuck!” I roar as I shoot down her throat. She doesn’t move, taking everything I’m giving her.
When she finally moves up my body, I flip her over, holding my weight off her. “My turn.” That’s the only warning I give her before I’m stripping her naked, and moving my head between her thighs, tossing her legs over my shoulders. With the first swipe of my tongue against her clit, her back arches off the bed, and she cries out my name. One hand snakes up her body, tweaking her nipple, while I use the other to guide my fingers inside her.
I once thought that when I got her in my bed, I’d take my time with her, but my mouth is frantic, and my hands are relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure. I want to give her what she gave me. I want her to give me her orgasm, and then I’m going to hold her in my arms, and we’re going to sleep. When we wake up tomorrow, we can talk more about this and decide what’s next. However, tonight, I’m going to devour her pussy until she gives me all she has to give.
“Brock,” she pants. “I-I’m so close.”
I nip at her clit before sucking it into my mouth, moaning as I do. She arches into me. A moan from somewhere deep inside her fills the room. Her walls clamp around my fingers; she’s close. When her hands bury in my hair, and her legs lock around my head like a vise, I know she’s there. She calls out my name as I swallow everything her body has to give.
When she’s no longer writhing beneath me, I move next to her, pulling her into my arms. Her back is to my front, and I curl my body around hers. Slowly, our breathing evens out, and I can feel sleep settling in. “Goodnight, Sunshine,” I whisper, before falling into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Joey
I can feel Brock’s fingers between my legs, slowly inching their way to where I’m swollen and wet. My thighs automatically spread for him. He brushes his lips over my bare shoulder just as he grazes across my clit. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of touching you, Sunshine,” he whispers against my ear before nipping at the lobe.
He pushes two fingers inside me. I’m already close, the memories of his mouth on me last night so vivid, even in this dream. And what a glorious dream it is.
My body tightens around his big fingers as he buries them completely inside me. His mouth trails kisses over my skin, his teeth digging into my flesh. His cock presses against my back, hard and heavy with his own desire. Dream Brock is just as big, just as needy as the real man I fell asleep with last night.
I want him just as badly.
My back arches as need floods my veins. I rock my hips, riding his hand. My orgasm is just within reach. I’m so close. It’s so real, so perfect, so…
“I love feeling you clamp down on me like this. It’s the moment I know you’re so close to coming. It drives me wild.”
I blink open my eyes, recognizing the walls around me as those of the other guest bedroom. The one Brock is using. The one I crept into last night before he came to bed, only to find me there, waiting.
Realization sets in. Dream Brock and Real Brock are one and the same, but right now, I’m unable to dwell on it. Expert fingers are picking up speed, pushing me closer to release. My ass grinds against his hard length, making him grunt as he flexes forward. Using his palm, he presses against my clit, causing me to detonate like a bomb. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I rock against his hand and grind my ass against him. Brock bites down on my shoulder, pistoning his hips and finding his own release against my back.