Page 56 of Deal Takers

I can feel his smile. “Sure, honey. We can definitely talk about this later.”

I’m practically shoving myself back into his face at this point. I’m so goddamn close I can’t seem to help myself. Brody doesn’t seem to mind though, as it only encourages him to continue. Right when I feel myself climbing to the point of no return, his mouth disappears, and he stands to his full height.

“Nooooooo,” I whine. “Why did you stop?”

I crane my neck back to glare at him, but I’m suddenly mesmerized by the sight of him stroking himself right before he rolls a condom down his impressive length.

“Because the next time you come, Rainey, it’s going to be around my dick.”

I can’t even find it in me to be irritated with his highhandedness because he’s now lining up said dick with my entrance. He runs the head through my lower lips a few times before slowly pushing forward. We both grunt as I stretch around him, inch by glorious inch, until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moans. “It’s even better than I imagined.” He pulls out almost to the tip before slamming back inside. “The things I want to do to you should be illegal.”

I don’t even have time to process his words because from that point on, we’re both mindless bodies seeking pleasure. Feverish flames melt through my body as he sets a punishing rhythm. I’m lost in the erotic resonance of our groans and skin slapping against skin. At some point, we switch positions so my back is against his chest, and my arm is hooked around his neck.

Brody’s hands wander, stroking my side then sliding across my stomach to cup my breast. He tweaks the nipple with one hand while the other rubs circles on my clit. I turn my neck when I feel him leaning over my shoulder to capture my mouth. Brody grips my jaw to deepen the kiss, the movement of his tongue in perfect sync with his cock. My arousal is so intense I can feel the wetness dripping down my thighs as he moves within me. As years of sexual tension unwind, the energy between us crackles across my skin. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It’s primal, but intimate. Powerful, yet fragile.

Brody grabs one of my hands and leads it to my soaked pussy. “Touch yourself, Rainey. I want to watch while you get yourself off.”

I take a moment to feel the connection between us as he thrusts in and out before running circles over my hard nub. Apparently satisfied I’m following directions, Brody bends me forward again and increases his pace.

“Harder!” I scream.

He gives me what I want and then some until both of our thighs are quivering from exertion.

“God, Rainey, it’s so fucking good.”

“I know,” I agree breathlessly. I’m so damn close, but I can’t quite cross over. “Brody…I need…I can’t…”

“I know, baby. Just hold on.”

That’s all I can do as he pounds into me over and over.I’m breathless. Boneless. Desperate for the orgasm that is just outside of my reach. Brody slams into me once, twice, three more times before I feel a delightful tingle coursing through my body. As I start to clench, I feel his hand sliding around my pussy before returning to my backside, applying firm pressure. I squirm against his index finger as it breaches the rim, pushing through the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh-my-fucking-god-holy-shit!” I scream as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known rips through my body.

Brody mimics my expletive and adds a few of his own as he reaches his own completion. I shudder as he slowly removes his finger from my ass and collapses on top of me. Panting and spent, we both somehow manage to crawl up the mattress until our heads meet the pillows.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath.

I give him a lazy smile. “Isn’t that what we just did?”

Brody chuckles as he grabs a tissue off my nightstand and deals with the condom. “I don’t know what the hell that was, but I’m pretty sure I saw God.”

He pulls down the covers and yanks me into a little spoon position. “Brody, what are you doing?”

“Shh…sleepy time now.”

I squirm. “Uh…no, that’s not how this works. No sleepovers, remember?”

He snuggles in closer. “Sweetheart, you just wore me the fuck out. I’m not going anywhere.”

“But…what about the pizza?”

“Pizza’s in the fridge. We can eat it later.”

I start to argue again but decide against it when I realize how warm and cuddly he is. “Fine. We can take a quick nap before you head home.”

“Sure…a nap,” he mumbles, right before his soft snores hit my ears.

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