Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
A gasp escaped me as his tongue licked over my clit and his fingers dove into me once again. Over and over again he thrusted them into me while sucking on my clit, licking and teeth gently grazing.
My pussy pulsed, so close already, so wound up from giving him head and the few touches from him. Brick’s free hand reached up and took my right breast in his firm grasp. He massaged it as he continued plunging his fingers in and out of me until I was arching off the couch, shattering into a million pieces. I cried out, twisting under him as my orgasm took control of me. It reached higher and higher, filling me with ecstasy. I bit my lip, muffling my moans.
“Don’t hold back on me,” Brick said, his fingers still pushing into me. “I want to hear you.”
I gave him what he wanted, letting myself cry out completely, at the mercy of his touch. If I had all the power before, it had been lost, given over to Brick instead—and I loved it just as much.
My climax crashed, ebbing away as Brick continued to lick me gently until I came back to my senses. “Brick,” I whimpered, satisfied yet still craving something more. “I need you.”
“I’m right here.” He slid back up my body, and his erection pressed against my leg.
“Already?”
“Every time that I think of you,” he admitted as he kissed me. Wrapping my arms around him, I held on for dear life as he slid inside me. Hard and deep. Even without saying a word, he knew exactly what I wanted.
“This is what you to do me, Daisy,” he groaned. “Ah, fuck. You feel so good. So good, baby. I just can’t get enough.”
I knew exactly how he felt. I couldn’t get enough either, and as he drove me higher and higher, I wondered where we were going to go from here.
Chapter Eighteen
Brick
“What are you doing?” I raised an eyebrow at Daisy. She was hovering over the kitchen counter, working on something, but whirled around with a guilty look on her face. Dressed in one of my shirts and nothing else, she was the most beautiful thing that I’d laid eyes on.
“Making breakfast,” she admitted. I moved to the left, and she deftly turned her body and shook her head. “You’re not supposed to be down here yet. I thought we might eat in bed.”
“An alluring thought, but it’s noon. Breakfast time is long past.”
“Breakfast food can be eaten during any time of the day,” she said defiantly. I inched around her a little more, but she refused to let me see. “It’s supposed to be a surprise. Go take a shower or something.”
“Are you implying that the things we did last night…and this morning were dirty and that I need a shower?” I teased. She immediately blushed. “If that’s the case, then you need a shower as well because we did all those things together.”
“I’m starting to get the idea that you don’t think I’m a good cook,” she laughed.
“It has nothing to do with my belief or disbelief in your cooking. I happen to be very hungry, but not for food.” I touched the hem of the shirt she wore. “It must have something to do with you wearing this.”
I liked seeing her in my shirt. I liked waking up next to her. I was starting to like everything about her.
Sex with her last night and this morning had been like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I’d never felt so connected with anyone in my life. This month wasn’t just a contract with a submissive, but something more.
“Wait.” Frowning, I looked over her head. “Is that a pizza? I thought that you were making breakfast.”
Her whole face flooded with disappointment. “I wanted it to be a surprise!”
“Trust me. I’m surprised.”
“It’s a breakfast pizza. At least, it will be if you let me finish. You eat all these fancy foods, so I thought you might like something simple but still delicious.” She pushed gently at my chest. “But you have to let me finish.”
I was about to capture those pouty lips in a kiss, but my buzzing intercom interrupted us. Suddenly, I remembered my date this weekend. “Shit,” I muttered. “Pizza will have to wait. Go put some clothes on. We’ve got company.”
“Who?”
“Now, Daisy,” I snapped without meaning to. Daisy face fell and I immediately felt bad, but she scurried away to her room.
Walking over, I buzzed Jim in. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. As soon as I opened it, a bundle of blue leapt into my arms. “Uncle Brick! Uncle Brick!”
“Miss Gemma! You look beautiful. Is that a new dress?”
Immediately, the little girl stepped back and twirled for me. “Yes! Daddy got it for me. It’s for my dance, but I wanted to show it to you,” she said shyly.