Page 77 of Branded

I have to pull my hands away from her and lay them flat on the wood on either side of her body, bending over her with my eyes closed.

“What? What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and chuckle. “You’re just fucking incredible. I have to slow myself down or this will end before it starts.”

“Don’t hold back. We have all night for more.”

She yanks me back down to her, chest-to-chest, mouth-to-mouth.

It happens quickly after that. Zippers lower, lace is torn, and right here by my front door, I push inside of her with no barrier between us, skin on skin for the first time.

“Ohhhhh,” she cries out, arching her back off the table as I thrust viciously.

The wooden legs of the table scoot across the floor with each movement, creating a beat that blends with the sounds of our bodies connecting, blurring into a rhythm that will no doubt play in my head over and over.

Reaching forward, I slip my hand under the back of her neck and tighten my grip there, both for leverage and because I know she loves when I do it. My thrusts slow, becoming deeper and more powerful, like the ticking of a clock.

In... slam...out... in... slam... out.

Her nails claw my neck just under the collar of my shirt, no doubt marking me in a way I’ll be able to see and feel tomorrow as the walls of her pussy begin to flutter around me.

“Tell me you love me when you come,” I groan against her lips. “Tell me.”

With one hand on the tabletop, I push myself up so I can look down at her face. I watch as she bites her lips and I see the flush begin to rise from her chest all the way to her cheeks.

“Close. I’m so close,” she whimpers, reaching down to rub between her legs.

“That’s it. Come for me. Fuck, I love you.”

My balls begin to tingle, tightening up to the point of pain, my orgasm so close I have to force myself to hold back. I won’t go until she does.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh my God. Yes. Right there. There. There. There!!” She screams out so loudly I have no doubt Mr. Lawson next door heard her. “I. Love. You!”

Her entire body arches, her chest skyward and her head down, pussy walls contracting around me. Two pumps later, I’m following her over the edge, grunting my feelings into her ear in the forms of harsh breaths.

We don’t stop. We can’t get enough.

Our floodgates have opened and the constant need for one another has grown into a beast of its own.

Not that you’ll hear a complaint from me.

I’ll never get enough of her. Not anymore.

The room is still dark when I open my eyes. The muscles in my forearms and upper thighs ache just a little; enough to be a reminder that what happened with Sawyer wasn’t a dream. It was real.

I hadn’t expected being with her in that way to be so all-consuming. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it would be incredible, but as I got to know her as a human, as I began to develop feelings for her, the better I knew how explosive we’d be together.

I can’t see much in the darkened room, as the curtains are pulled, but I can see the darkened form of Sawyer beside me, only she’s not sleeping, she sitting up with her knees pulled up to her chest and her cheek resting on one.

“Are you all right?” I ask, reaching out to touch her arm.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”

She tries to hide it, but I can hear the slight sniffle before she speaks.

I ignore her question and push myself up to sit next to her. “Are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” She sniffs again and wipes her cheeks. “Today is a hard day for me.”

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