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)
Confused, I lowered myself to my knees. He pushed me to the floor, and I just barely caught myself with my bound hands before he joined me on the ground. Gripping my hips from behind, he buried himself inside of me in one swift move.
Gasping, I dug my nails into the hard floor. He reached around and finally pressed his fingers against my clit as he rocked inside of me. My body coiled tight, his fingers rubbing hard and building me up.
“Oh god, Brick,” I said, moaning on his name.
My moans only drove him, he pumped into me faster but it wasn’t enough. I moved against him, shifting until he drove even deeper into me, until the sound of his balls hitting me and out panting filled the room and I came undone.
Pleasure exploded inside of me and I cried out, shaking as the hard orgasm rocked my body, but Brick didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, massaging my clit and grunting into my hair. My muscles tensed as the climax crashed before fading away, but Brick wasn’t satisfied with giving me just one orgasm.
“Give me another one,” he demanded hoarsely. His hand reached up, capturing my breast and massaging it before moving back to my clit. “Come with me, Daisy. I want to feel it. Come with me.” His other hand gripped my hip, guiding my waist back to him as he thrusted forward, faster and faster. Every time his hard cock drove into me it sent my head spinning, my pussy pulsing, until I was begging for another orgasm.
As his fingers continued to strum and flick my clit, I was reaching that point of pleasure and pain. His movements were rough, and my knees ached as he pounded me. Suddenly, his teeth were sinking into my shoulders and, with the hand that had been guiding my hips, he squeezed my breast tight. Another orgasm thundered over me, and as I squeezed around him and screamed out in pleasure, he shoved himself hard inside me and shuddered as he found his own release, massaging my tits with both hands as he did.
I was still breathing hard when he, with gentle hands, flipped me over. I stretched out under him, and he stared at me wordlessly. There was something going on behind those stormy blue eyes, but he didn’t share. He just stroked my body lightly.
I was exhausted and sore, but recognized the hunger in his eyes. What we’d just done had hardly sated him. His roaming hands grew more targeted. “I need you again, Daisy,” he finally growled.
“Release me, Brick. Please. I want to touch you,” I pleaded.
Leaning back on his haunches, he undid my wrists. As my arms circled him, he slipped his hard cock back inside me, and I tensed, but he was gentle as he rocked inside me. If we were waging a war, I had a feeling that I had somehow won the battle.
“I want you in my bed tonight. All night, Daisy,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. “Please?”
“I already told you. Whatever you want. Whenever you want,” I assured him. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, I stroked him, reveled in him, and we didn’t speak again.
Chapter Twenty
Daisy
I woke up in Brick’s bed alone, but it didn’t stop the wave of happiness that settled over me. It wasn’t the first time that I’d slept there, but it was the first time that I’d slept in his bed with him.
Last night had been intimate. Intense. It was new for me, and I could tell that it was new for him. Something was changing in our relationship, and hope bloomed in my chest.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be Brick’s mistress for a month and earn Ralph the kind of money that we needed to jumpstart our future. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with Brick.
And God help me that was exactly what I was doing.
“Surprise.”
Gasping, I sat up and saw that Brick hadn’t left for work after all. Instead, he was standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee. Pulling the sheets up under my armpits to hide my nakedness, I quickly brushed my fingers through my hair. “You’re going to be late for work,” I said huskily.
“After everything that I’ve done to you, you’re going to choose now to be shy?” he chuckled as he sat on the edge of the bed. “And I’m not going to be late for work. I’m not going in today.”
“Why? Did something happen?”
“No. Drink your coffee and then take a quick shower. You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”
Blinking, I obediently raised the cup to my lips. It was surprisingly to my taste. Sweet and creamy. “What do you need me to do for you today?” My thoughts alternated between Brick wanting to spend all day in bed or him giving me a ten-page list of chores. What exactly did he mean by big day?