Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Without a word between us, I set down his bag. He takes my hand and gently pulls me toward him. He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and spins us around a few times.
I hear the lock snap shut, and even though I’ve never been inside the place next door, it is like stepping into another world.
The world that only has Brandon and me in it. For the next hour or so at least.
Here’s to hoping.
“Aren’t you gonna show me around first? I had no idea the inside was so nice,” I giggle, already dizzy from having him hold me again, but my head is literally spinning after the day I’ve had so far.
“I thought you might like to show me around…your sweet little body.” Brandon rasps in my ear before kissing me hard, feeling and tasting better every time our mouths lock.
“Your Dad go for one of his drives?” he asks between kisses and with his strong arms hooked around me.
I nod feverishly, and with my legs gripping his taught waist, we gravitate to the nearest soft surface.
There’s a huge leather sofa in the living room that Brandon stops in front of, but I could literally have him hold me just like this, kissing me until the sun comes up.
I’m trying to nod, talk and kiss him all at the same time. And none of it's working. The effect he has on me means I can barely get the words out.
“Yeah…he’ll be… at least an hour,” I pant, already clawing at his back as his hands slide up under my sweater, making me squeak and then moan as his thick fingers, and thumbs start to knead my chest.
“Then we don’t have long,” Brandon smiles, squeezing me again in all the right places, just enough so I can only give in to whatever he’s got planned.
“And don’t worry about your Dad,” he says, lowering me down onto the couch, “He’ll be okay…let’s just get him used to me being your neighbor before we…,” he starts but stops himself.
“Let’s just forget about it for an hour, huh?” I suggest instead, making him grin wider and growl low.
Dropping to his knees in front of me, he pushes my legs open with his hands.
My body sinks back into the couch, my hands gripping his hair as he starts to lift my sweater.
“Forget about what?” Brandon grins.
Instantly forgetting my suggestion, his eyes fixed on my breasts, following the movement of his hands as he lets out a low growl.
My hands are trying to get his shirt off, but he’s not having any of it.
“Uh-uh,” he cautions me. “If I’ve only got an hour, then I wanna spend it eating dessert,” he says, sliding one of those massive hands down the front of my jeans, seeing my head tilt back as I match his groan.
Slowly but surely, feeling any resistance to being self-conscious about getting naked for him slips away as easily as he helps me out of my clothes.
Kissing my body and running his hands over every inch of me as he goes, making it feel like a reward for being so brave.
Sure he’s the kinda man I wanna rip my clothes off for. But his chiseled, muscular body compared to mine?
It’s like chalk and cheese.
But my small softness against Brandon’s rock hardness is a perfect fit.
And I can feel by the grip he has on me already that my built-for-comfort body is gonna get one helluva workout.
And Brandon wastes no time in instructing me how it’s gonna be.
Between his low grunts and groans of satisfaction, as he undresses me, he growls single words like ‘beautiful’ and ‘perfect’ so many times it makes me surer than ever that I could get used to this.
Slowly unwrapping his after-dinner gift, which is me. Brandon tutors me, which makes a change.
I’m usually the one helping someone else understand something. But never anything like this.
“I’m gonna eat your little pussy, make you come until you beg me to stop,” he says in a firm tone.
I try to speak once his hands brush past my mound, but once his thick fingers probe my wet slit, he finds my clit in a second, and I know that words aren’t what Brandon wants.
His elbows have my knees propped wide, and half laying back on the ancient leather, I can’t help but feel an extra thrill to my senses.
The old leather and the smell of his cologne all mixed in with the rising scent of my essence.
My entire body is ready for Brandon, and I don’t think I’m gonna need an hour to come for him.
More like any second now if his hands keep moving like this.
I gasp and then groan loudly when he roughly yanks my panties to one side.
Hearing the fabric tear easily only adds to my increasing arousal.