Page 86 of Choosing Skyler

I take a breath through my nose and relax my body for him. He spreads more wetness back and gently pushes one finger in to the first knuckle. He pumps it in and out but not going any deeper and I’m surprised that it feelsgood. Strange but not in a bad way.

“Good girl,” he praises when I start to move my hips to meet his thrusts.

I moan when he sucks my clit back into his mouth. It’s still sensitive from my orgasm and I jerk, driving his finger deeper into my ass. It burns slightly and I groan, pushing back further as my second orgasm builds in my lower belly.

Then, all of a sudden, he’s gone. He does some jiu jitsu move and ends up on his knees behind me. He grabs both of my hips in a tight grip and drives his cock into my pussy. He sets a brutal rhythm, pumping into me and hitting that sweet spot inside of me with every thrust. His grip on my hips is so tight that I know I’ll have bruises and I love it. I love looking in the mirror and seeing all the visible reminders that he leaves on my skin that I belong to him. That he belongs to me, because I’m the one to bring out this primal part of him that doesn’t exist outside of us.

My orgasm builds again, and I cry out, “Brady, I’m close.”

“No,” he growls. “Wait for me,” he orders, and I clench around him to hold off my orgasm.

He thrust a few more times and shouts, “Now. Come with me, Beautiful.”

I let my orgasm go and just as it peaks, he pushes into my ass with his thumb, and I see stars behind my eyelids. He pumps it in and out as his cock pulses inside me. My orgasm stretches out and I feel like I’m floating. When I finally stop trembling, he pulls out of me and eases me down to lay flat on the bed. He lays wet kisses and gentle bites from my ass cheek all the way to my shoulder.

“Mine,” He growls as he bites down on my shoulder. “My Beautiful Skyler. My good girl,” he says softer, kissing and licking where he bit me, easing the sting from his teeth.

I’m still floating when he stands, telling me to stay still.Like I could move,I think as I nod with a drunken grin.

He comes back a couple of minutes later with a glass of water and a warm washcloth. He coaxes me to sit up and drink the water while he cleans me. He sets the washcloth and empty glass on the nightstand and wraps himself around me.

“Rest, Beautiful. I’ve got you,” he tells me, kissing my forehead.

I wake up a couple of hours later to my phone ringing. I know it’s Devon by the ringtone,Brass Monkeyby Beastie Boys. So, I shuffle out of bed to answer it.

“Wake up call,” he sing-songs when the call connects.

“What time is it?” I grumble before smiling at Brady reaching his arm across the bed in search of me.

“Seven-thirty,” Devon answers. “I’m at Tracey’s. She’s gonna change when she gets home, and then we’re headed to TG’s. You guys are still coming, right?”

“Yeah. Thanks for calling. I was out cold. Brady still is. I guess I wore him out earlier.” I giggle.

Devon chuckles. “We’ll meet you guys there since we won’t all fit in one Uber anyways.”

“Okay. I’ll wake Brady up to get ready and we’ll meet you there,” I tell him before ending the call.

I climb in bed behind Brady and gently bite his shoulder in the same place he bit mine earlier. He groans and reaches back to hold my head in place, urging me to bite harder. There’s something primal about marking him in the same place he marked me, and I know why he loves doing it. When I release him, he rolls over and pulls me into a kiss.

“Come shower with me?” I ask him.

He nods and gets up to carry me to the shower.

Brady

After our shower, I leave Skyler in the bathroom to blow dry her hair while I get dressed. I head into the kitchen to make us some pre-party drinks and order an Uber while she finishes getting ready. When she steps into the kitchen, I almost drop my phone. She’s wearing the blue halter dress that she bought the day we met. Her hair is pulled up in a high, straightened ponytail, showing off her long neck and bare shoulders. She does a little spin and I see a flash of purple on her shoulder.My bite mark.

“What do you think?” she asks, blushing when I stalk toward her.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her, pulling her into a kiss.

I don’t want to say anything about the visible bruise because the animal in me wants everyone to see it. But I don’t want her to feel self-conscious later if she hasn’t realized it’s so noticeable and someone else points it out. So, I spin her around and lay a kiss on her shoulder. She shivers and looks back at me over her shoulder.

“Is it okay? I can change if you don’t…” she starts.

“No,” I growl, cutting her off. “Please don’t change. I just didn’t know if you realized it showed,” I say, kissing her shoulder again.

She turns in my arms and looks up at me with a smug little grin. “Yeah, I did. I really don’t care what anyone else thinks as long as you’re with me.” She shrugs her shoulders, and her grin grows wider. “Besides. If anyone says anything about it, I’ll just tell them I got mauled by a bulldog.” She giggles.

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