Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Hi, Corbin,” she yelled out and felt her face heat as her voice got high-pitched at the end. He sat up with grease on his hands, white shirt and cheeks.
“Hey,” he said and gave her that signature half-smile, the one that made her wet and brought some pretty inappropriate things to mind. He stood to his towering six-foot-four height, and all of her girly parts started to tingle and come alive. Her pussy got wet, her nipples hardened, and her skin tightened. Goose bumps popped out along her flesh, and her pulse raced.
This man, this cocky—rumored to be a womanizer—could make her feel so alive. He didn’t even have to touch her to cause these intense feelings inside her.
“You look nice,” he said while looking her up and down and wiping his grease-stained hands off on a red rag.
“Thanks,” she said, but it sounded so weak at the moment. She knew the type of guy Corbin was, had seen how he was during their teenage years, and of course now, but that didn’t stop her from wanting him. “I have a date.” She could have slapped a hand over her mouth for the words that tumbled out. She hadn’t meant to say that and didn’t even know why she had.
He didn’t say anything, just kept wiping off his hands, but now he stared right into her eyes. “Have fun,” he said, but his voice was tight, almost annoyed, dare she say.
She nodded and licked her lips, not sure why he seemed upset all of a sudden. She needed to just head to the grill unless she wanted to make an ass out of herself, which would happen if she gawked any longer.
“See you around.” She lifted her hand in a wave and got into her car.
Without looking at Corbin again, she headed to the restaurant and told herself to put her neighbor and best friend’s brother out of her mind.
4
In all the years that Corbin had known Izabella, he had only seen her go on a handful of dates. But no matter how much he wanted her, he knew better than to go after her because that would be dumb as fuck.
Breathing out roughly, he tossed the now grease-covered rag beside his toolbox and headed inside. Yeah, he wasn’t ashamed to jerk off after seeing Izabella. She’d been looking good, really good, and he needed something to take his mind off the fact she was going on a date with some motherfucker.
He might have seen her as a friend, someone to watch over when they were younger, but for a long time now, he’d seen her as something a hell of a lot less friendly.
He went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and got undressed. He thought about Izabella in those tight black leggings and the way her ass was perfectly curved, big and round, and so fuckable.
Corbin groaned, not able to stop himself, not able to stop the way his cock got so fucking hard it ached. The sweater she wore was hardly long enough to cover her, but damn, he liked that, loved that he could see every curve of her. It made him want to say fuck it all and just go after her.
He could imagine himself going up to her, throwing her over his shoulder, and taking her to his room. He’d tear off her clothes, but she’d be pantyless and braless because she’d know he loved that and got off on it.
Her tits would sway slightly from the force of him pushing her back on the bed, and the sight would mesmerize him. Corbin held in his groan at the visual, wishing he had Izabella here instead of having to resort to jerking off in his bathroom. He started to stroke his cock from root to tip, feeling his balls draw up and his body tighten as the pleasure washed through him.
The image of Izabella spread out for him, her ass in the air, her body flat against the table, the bed, fuck, any piece of furniture he had, flashed through his mind vividly.
Corbin squeezed his eyes shut and stroked his dick harder, faster, picturing her legs spread with her pussy on display. He’d touch every part of her and make her so damn wet she was begging for his cock by the time it was all said and done.
He’d touch her pussy, stroke her clit, and make her come for him. When he was finally balls deep in her, Corbin would fuck her so hard and good she wouldn’t be able to walk straight the next day. She’d remember exactly who had been deep inside her.
His throat tightened as pleasure moved through his body, starting at the base of his spine and encompassing every inch of him. He stroked his cock faster, curling his fingers around his shaft even tighter until the pain mixed with the pleasure.