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180 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 25, 2018
Being alone inside of my head was scary. My mind was wrought with contradictions and self-loathing.
He fucked me so good. So deep. Every bone in my body sang with pleasure. His dick owned me from the inside out. Every thrust told me who I belonged to.
“I think you’re beautiful in a way I shouldn’t. It’s fucked up.”
“I can’t erase the old scar but … I can stop myself from making new ones.”
Brook’s hand slid up and down my shaft like she was committing every vein to memory. It made me fucking dizzy with the need to shoot cum all over her pretty hand. “Like this?” She asked, her voice quiet and sweet. With a growl, I pinned her with my lips, sucking on her tongue and probing her with mine. “Just. Like. That.” “You’re so fucking big,” she muttered. Her unique accent was too much right then. I nibbled on her neck and pressed my thumb against her wet little panties. I knew for a fact that if I put my finger on her slippery skin, I would lose it and fuck her. “Oh my god!” She yelped as I rolled my thumb over her plump clit. Her hips went wild with motion as she got herself off on my touch, the same way I did with her. I bucked in her grasp. In and out. In and out. I rubbed her clit in lazy circles while I sucked on her perfect pouty lips until it felt like we were spinning round and round. “Cease!” She moaned, stiffening beneath me. I opened my eyes to watch her shadowy silhouette as she came all over her panties and my hand. Seeing her overcome with desire made me lose it. I shot thick ropes of cum all over her hand and thighs. It was pure sin looking at my cum splashed on Brooklyn’s flawless olive skin. “Fuck,” I groaned thrusting a few more times in her hand.
Being alone inside of my head was scary. My mind was wrought with contradictions and self-loathing.