Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
My body slides up the cushions and I reach back, pressing my hands against the wood, asking for more.
“You like that, naughty girl?” Brady nips at my throat and does it again. And again. And it can’t have been a minute but I’m already about to come.
I dig my nails into his back, holding myself to him, and he shifts a little, dropping back on his knees.
The move drives him impossibly deeper.
We both gasp.
“Fuck.” Brady shakes, hips shoving up into me. “It’s so fucking deep like this.”
I can’t even talk. I let my head fall back, my entire body trembling when he runs his callused hand across my chest, pushing me back while holding me up.
He fucks up into me, his movements hard and long but not hurried. I feel him swelling inside me, and I clench him in response.
“Oh, fuck. What was that?” he groans, dropping me back on the cushion and pushing my legs back. He shoves his hips forward, his eyes nearly black as he leans down to kiss me. “Again,” he demands.
I do it again, and he groans like a caveman, dipping to my neck and sucking until it stings.
“Mine. All fucking mine.” He bucks his hips faster and faster until I’m clenching everywhere. “No,” he snaps, tearing out of me and sitting back. “Not yet.”
I actually whine, and my pussy quite literally aches at the loss of him.
He covers me again, but he doesn’t slide back inside. He pushes my sweaty hair from my face and nips at my lips. “Can I take you how I want you, my gorgeous fucking girl?” He kisses me softly, speaking against my lips. “I promise I’ll let you come this time.”
I push on his chest, and he moves willingly.
I don’t have to ask him how he wants me.
I know what he likes.
I know his favorite way to “fuck” me without having actually been inside, though I know for a fact he’s been tempted a time or two.
I flip onto my stomach, leaving my breasts to the mattress as I rise up on my knees, pushing my ass back into his face.
“Fuck, I love you.” He’s on me in a second, gripping my ass cheeks and pushing them aside. His hands shake as he lines himself up and then I’m full again, nipples dragging along the cushion beneath me making me moan.
He bends over me, folding his upper half across my body, and starts to rock.
Slow and steady.
Torture, torture, torture, but the orgasm that builds… I know before it hits it’s going to be fucking life-altering.
Brady’s breaths are ragged now and his full, long sweeps inside me grow shorter. He’s hip to ass, unable to get closer, but still he bucks.
He shakes.
He grips my chin in the gentlest of fingers and draws my eyes to his.
Sweat drips from his forehead to mine. Our lips touch.
“Come with me, Hellcat.”
I do.
My entire body convulses as his seizes up.
His hips buck and my pussy spasms, and it just keeps on coming.
Minutes that feel like hours later, we collapse onto the cushions, truly and completely fucking spent.
“See,” I pant, and our heads roll toward each other. I grin, hitting his sweaty chest, and he catches my hand, bringing it to his lips. “Natural.”
Brady chuckles and I close my eyes.
Fuck.
My boyfriend is basically a natural-born porn star.
Yay me.
I chuckle and let my eyes close.
We’ve been lying here in silence, basking in the literal best sex ever glow, when my phone pings and pings again.
I groan, and Brady chuckles, reaching over to grab it from wherever the hell it ended up. Worry claws at my throat when I see it’s from Granny Grace. Why would she be texting me?
“What’s the matter, mama?” he rumbles sleepily, wrapping his arms around me. “I felt you tense.”
“Granny Grace,” I mumble, quickly unlocking my phone and waiting for the message to load.
I’m greeted with a gorgeous bouquet of light pink and white gardenias, exactly like the last one but this time with a little yellow bow instead of a blue one. A frown forms, but then it all comes back.
Brady and his mom’s question about the flowers. Granny Grace and her cryptic wording about where they came from.
Today and the stop he had to make.
This must be what the Grinch felt like when he was overcome with love because I literally feel an overflow of emotions as if my heart is growing two sizes.
I sit up, my hair falling over my shoulder as I look down at the man beside me, a soft smile on his handsome face. “Brady…”
“You been saying my name like that a lot.”
“You’ve been blowing my mind a lot.”
“I’m ready to do it again if you are,” he teases, pushing my hair from my face so he has an unobstructed view.
“The gardenias.”
He nods against the pillow, and I look down to admire my nail marks on his neck for a moment. “She was good to you.”