Page 38 of The Sweetest Risk

“Say it.” I spank her again.

“Yes, I like it,” she exhales and pulls my hair even more. My God this woman is going to kill me. I grab her thigh and spread her open and lower my body onto hers. She wraps her legs around to the center of my back and digs her heels into me. I run my hand up and down her body. I love how soft her skinis and how she always smells faintly of coconut all the time. I love her curves and the fact that she has something to hold onto. She’s definitely not like the other girls I’ve slept with, but I love that fact even more. The amount of times I’ve thought about grabbing onto these thighs and spreading her legs open for me are too many to count.

My cock is grazing her pussy and Brooke lifts her hips to get closer.

“Wait, Brooke.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Her eyes shift from turned-on to concerned.

“Trust me, nothing is wrong. I just have to put a condom on.”

I attempt to get up, but Brooke’s legs trap me in. She places her hands on either side of my face and rubs her thumbs along my beard.

“Brooke…”

“I want you, Tristan. And that means all of you. I want to feel every single inch of you inside of me, Hot Shot.” She kisses me and her tongue parting my lips sends shivers down my body. She bites my bottom lip and says, “Everything is okay. I got it covered.”

I lower myself back down on top of her and say, “You want all of me, Cupcake?”

“Yes.” The look she is giving me right now is causing my body to tense in the best way. A dark grin is plastered to her face and her eyes drift down to my cock and back to my eyes. She wants me just as much as I want her.

“Got it.” I trace my fingers around her breasts and lean down and suck on her nipples. The sounds that come out her mouth are fucking music to my ears and make me want her more. “I don’t want to rush this, Brooke. I want to savor every second of having you underneath me, calling my name when I am fucking you, seeing you unravel when you come for me.” My fingersmove slowly down her torso, making her giggle. I reach her pussy and it’s so wet. I want to feel all of her too.

I ease my dick into her. “Shit, Brooke. You are so fucking tight and wet.” I grab onto my headboard for leverage and push my hips into hers. The sensation I feel throughout my body is euphoric and I know from this point on, I don’t want to be inside any other woman. I am always going to want Brooke. She pants and rolls her hips against mine. With my free hand that is clutching onto the sheets, I grab one of her hands and interlace my fingers with hers. I press our hands down into the mattress and continue to ram into her, slow and hard.

“Tristan,” she rasps and she plants her mouth on my neck. She swirls her tongue against my hot skin and I grunt in response. I thrust into her harder and she lays her head back onto the pillow. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is parted. I lean down and bite her bottom lip and she smiles and finally opens her eyes so twin pools of hazel look back at me.

“Eyes on me, Cupcake.” I let go of her hand and slide mine under her hips, lifting them up towards me, angling her just right. I hold onto the headboard tighter and rock my hips hard against her.

I go deeper and she gasps, “Oh my God, yes. Keep doing that, Hot Shot.”

Tingles rush through my body as I continue to fuck the woman of my dreams. Her heels dig deeper into my back and I can tell that she is close to coming again. “Come again with me, baby.” She keeps her eyes on me like I told her to and I can feel her body tense up and her breath hitch. I finally release as she does and a rush of pure pleasure courses through my body. But it’s different this time. This wasn’t just about lust. It was so much more than that.

I collapse onto Brooke, still being careful not to put my entire body weight on her. I know for certain I would crush her–nomatter how much she wants to argue with me about it. I instead put some of my weight on my forearm next to her beautiful, satisfied face. I find her left hand again and lace my rough, calloused fingers through her delicate, soft ones. I rub my thumb against her palm, causing her to giggle.

She gets her other hand free from underneath my torso and rubs my scruff. This is heaven. This woman is an angel. A sometimes devilish one. But an angel nonetheless.

I continue to rub her palm with my thumb. “Are you okay?”

She grazes her own thumb against my bottom lip, then leans up and kisses me so carefully and softly it almost makes my heart explode into a million pieces. “I am more than okay. I’ve never been more okay in my life, Tristan.”

I ease out of her and she exhales. Damn, she is dripping all along her thighs. I start to reach behind me for a tissue, but she grabs my bicep and stops me. “Where do you think you are going, Hot Shot?”

“I was going to get a tissue to clean you up a little, Cupcake.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want you to clean me up. Not yet.” Her eyes are dark and insatiable again. She wants more, and so do I. This woman is full of surprises. I lean forward and kiss her just as softly as she kissed me moments before. I don’t know how I am going to control myself around her anymore.

She kisses me harder and her hands run over my arms, stopping at every curve. She traces her fingers over the tattoo on my ribcage and smiles against my lips. “I can’t believe you got this for me. I’m surprised my brother hasn’t questioned you about it.”

“Trust me, he has.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Really? And what did you tell him?”

“That I got it for him. He’s my best bro. He gave me a funny look at first, but he hasn’t asked about it again.”

Her smile withers and I can tell that an intrusive thought swept into her mind. She releases her fingers from my hand and lets go of my face. She covers her face and muffles, “Oh my God, what about Bradley?”

I chuckle and pull her hands off her face. That line between her eyebrows is deepening. She has that cute worried look that I fucking love on her gorgeous face. “What about Bradley?” I kiss the top of her hand.

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