Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“It’s yours.” She doesn’t skip a beat. “It’s all yours.”
“You just saying that so I can fuck you?” I push in ever so slowly; I’m killing myself more than her. “Help me,” I tell her, “touch my clit, baby.” I emphasize my, and she does it. Moving it in little circles around and around as I fuck her as gently as I can without losing control. “Talk to me,” I urge as I slowly pull out of her to the tip and then feed her my cock again, every time it gets tighter and tighter.
“I can’t,” she pants out, “it’s just so good.” She thrusts her hips when I move my cock out, wanting it back. “It’s never been this good.” Her back arches.
“Your pussy”—I move my hips until I’m buried inside her—“is like it was made for me.” I don’t think I’ve ever craved being inside someone before. Like, I could die and go to heaven with my cock buried inside her. “I’m not even done, and I already want to fuck you again.” I pull out. “Next time, I’m fucking you on your knees.”
“Yes.” Her pussy is so tight I can’t move much of my cock out of it. “Don’t stop, please, Brady, don’t stop.”
“Your wish”—I pound into her as hard as I can, my hands on her hips, slamming her onto my cock—“is my fucking command.” My teeth clench together as she comes on my cock, her pussy squeezing so tight. I plant myself in her to the root, looking down at her pussy as I come inside her. I close my eyes to catch my breath before opening and looking down at her. “By the way,” I declare, “you are definitely not leaving now.”
CHAPTER 24
Harmony
Basking in his heat, he stares into my eyes as I try to catch my breath after having, hands down, the best sex of my life. My hands come up to his face to touch him, memorizing this moment, even though I know in my heart I will never, ever forget it. “By the way, you are definitely not leaving now,” he declares before he bends to touch my lips with his. All words are stuck in my throat as he lowers himself onto me, my body accepting his weight, wanting it, even craving it. He buries his face in my neck, and I close my eyes, taking all of it in. The smell of him, the touch of his lips, the strength of his arms surrounds me as he turns us on our sides and slides out of me. “Have to get rid of this condom.” He kisses my neck one more time before he rolls off the bed.
I turn my head, watching him walk to the bathroom. His perfect body disappears from my view, and I breathe in and out, trying to calm myself down. I feel it creep up on me, but the main thing that my head is screaming is, holy shit, you just had sex with Brady. I hear the water go on in the bathroom, and my heart speeds up even faster with nerves. I turn to sit up in the bed, wondering if I should get up. Wondering what to do next. The panic starts full force, my head spinning, my hands starting to get clammy but also shaking at the same time. He walks out not a second later, catching me with one foot about to hit the floor. “I was coming to clean you.” He walks over to the side of the bed, and I have to look at him, not sure I understand him. “Do you want me to do it, or do you want to do it?” He holds up the white washcloth he brought out.
“Um,” I say, “I can go in the bathroom.” I all but avoid his eyes as I try to get away from him, but he stops me by standing in front of me when I’m about to get up off the bed.
“Baby,” he calls me, and it’s the softness of his voice that gets me. It’s the fact he’s come to me with a cloth to take care of me. It’s the fact I just had the worst couple of days of my life but then had one of the best, all wrapped up together. He reaches out and puts his thumb under my chin, lifting it so he can look at me, and so I can look at him. His beauty takes away my breath and makes my vision blurry with tears. “Harmony,” he murmurs, his eyes searching mine, the worry in his voice as he puts his hands on my face. “Baby.”
“I’m okay.” I swallow. “I swear I’m okay.”
“Then why the tears?” he asks. “Did I?” His face goes white. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I quickly reassure him. “That was—” I start to say but close my eyes, wanting the floor to open up and swallow me in embarrassment. “It was just—”