Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
He picks me up, cradling me, one hand bracing my back, and the other buried against my ass as he runs up the stairs.
He hasn’t seen the scar on my back, not yet. I’m not actively hiding it, but I hope our passion doesn’t take us there, doesn’t let him see the imperfection spread across my back.
Does that make me a hypocrite? I don’t care about his scar.
My brother’s best friend’s hands are all over me. Being a hypocrite is the least of my worries.
CHAPTER 18
DAMIAN
Ikick open my bedroom door and drop gently onto the bed. She has no idea how perfect her body is. How beautiful the passion on her face is. Her tangled hair and the flush in her cheeks…
Every inch of her adds to the urgency in my cock. Precome soaks my briefs. She lies on the sheets, her legs open, her pink and pleasure-swollen pussy looking ready for more. Her thighs glisten with her wetness.
She sits up, reaching for my crotch. “What are you doing?” I snarl.
She flinches, a moan escaping her. Squeezes her legs together like the animal gruffness in my voice is turning her on even more. “What does it look like?”
I shake my head. “I need you now. I’ll explode in your perfect mouth otherwise. I’m on the fucking edge. But first.”
She squeals in delight when I lean down and grab her tank top, pulling it over her head. The front of her bra is no match for my teeth. I yank it loose… and her breasts spill free.
Big, beautiful, bouncy.
I kneel at the edge of the bed so that I’m eye-level with her beauty. Push her tits together and savor her moan. It’s pure release. Pure hunger. No guilt tangled up in there, even if there should be.
I greedily feast on her peaks, sucking and swirling my tongue around them. She glides her hand through my hair, gasping as I suck one nipple then the other. She’s addictive.
Keeping one hand on her breasts, I smooth my other between her slickness. Her pussy is soaked. Drenched. Spilling perfect wetness all over the sheets.
“It’s… not… fair,” she moans.
“How’s that?” I growl between greedy mouthfuls.
“I’m naked, and you’re…”
I stand and tear at my clothes. Rip my shirt and then kick out of my pants and pull my underwear down. When my cock springs free, she stares up at me with innocent eyes. There’s a flicker of something in them. Like she’s not sure if her tight tunnel is going to be able to take me.
Leaning down, I push her shoulders as softly as I can. But my tolerance for gentleness is wearing thin.
As she looks up at me, naked, flawless, an image punches into my mind. A couple of years ago, we were both at a pool party. She must’ve been twenty at the time. Her thickness squeezed into a bikini that had intrusive thoughts swelling inside me.
With water flowing down her body, drops of it marking where my hands and teeth should go.
“What?” she asks.
“I was thinking about the pool party. About how fucking hot you looked in that bikini. I hated myself for thinking that, Celine. But I couldn’t stop. I wanted to see you naked so badly.”
“So… do I live up to your expectations?”
“And then some,” I snarl.
I lay my solid body atop hers, her breasts flattening against my chest. She wraps her arms around me. Sinks her fingernails into my shoulders.
As I reach down to guide my shaft to her wet entrance, she whimpers, “It’s been a while.”
“How long?” I growl.
“Yuh-years.”
Fuck. That turns me on even more. No one’s touched her. No one’s gotten close.
“I’ll be gentle. At first.”
I’ll try, at least.
I push my swollen tip against her. My cock shimmers with heat as I arch my back, adding more pressure.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I snarl. “So tight. So hot.”
Mine, I almost add. It feels like an iron truth. But maybe it’d be a step too far.
I slide up as her tightness sleeves me, gripping like she doesn’t want me to slide out. I bury my fists in the sheets and lean back so I can watch her.
A flush spreads over her neck, her face, even her tits. She sees me looking and glides her hand over her mounds, pushing them together. A twitching smile of confidence as I push deeper until I’m buried to the hilt.
She knows what she’s doing to me. She knows the power she has over me.
I hold myself fully inside of her, staring into her mesmerizing eyes.
I keep my gaze on her as I slip out. Instinct roars at me to fuck her ragged. To fuck her hard so that her juicy body jiggles for me with each thrust. So that her curves dance. Just for me.
But somehow, I manage to go slow… for the first few strokes. Then my hips move faster, her slickness making gorgeous wet noises.