Page 30 of Chilled and Thrilled

The smug grin this gets me makes my heart flutter, but it’s nothing compared to the effect of his next words. “I think you should come over here, pull down those shorts and bend over the table so I can fuck my cum into you again.”

A weight drops into my pelvis, and I suck in an unsteady breath, staring at him. Bram is unruffled, looking as casual as if he just suggested watching a movie, and unmoving from his place against the wall.

My body obeys before my brain has fully processed the situation I’ve landed myself in. The kitchen table is ten feet away from Bram, and he still doesn’t move as I stop beside it, my pulse racing.

His gaze is so heavy it feels like he’s actually touching me as I hook my thumbs beneath the band of my borrowed boxer briefs. The rustle of fabric hitting the floor is the only sound in the kitchen apart from my hammering pulse, and the storm’s wind pummeling the side of the house.

My butt must still be pretty red from the spanking Bram doled out earlier, and I hear a low hiss of approval as I turn, lifting the hem of his T-shirt and leaning over the table, exactly like he said. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m soaked. Every single thing about this situation is turning me on, and I have to bite my lip to stifle a moan when I hear movement behind me.

“There’s this skirt you sometimes wear to work,” Bram murmurs, his tone polite and conversational, utterly at odds with the position we’ve found ourselves in. I gasp when his hands find my ass, squeezing roughly. “It’s green.”

I know the one he’s talking about. The waistband always gets bunched up from sitting at my desk, so it’s a laundry day pick. “What about it?” I whisper, conscious of arousal welling at my entrance, my body readying itself for him.

A low chuckle sounds as he releases my butt. “You have no idea the effect you have on me, do you, sweetheart?”

My forehead is pressed flat to the tabletop, and I stare blankly at the wood grain, my inner muscles contract, aching to be filled. “Bram,” I whisper, but whatever I was going to say next is lost in a gasp when a foot moves between mine, kicking them further apart. Cool air hits the slick, bare skin of my pussy, and Bram must be able to see how wet I am, because an approving growl sounds behind me.

“I can’t count the number of times I’ve imagined calling you into my office, pushing up that cock-tease fucking skirt, and taking you nice and rough.”

Whimpering, I arch my back, eager and needy for whatever he wants to give me. My near orgasm earlier left me aching, and now… I know it’s coming, but my last functioning brain cells go offline when the head of Bram’s cock bumps my clit. He guides it through my seam, up and down, up and down, coating himself in my arousal. On the third pass, he pauses, nudging at my entrance and—tightening his hold on my waist with his free hand—drives into my pussy with so much force it sends me to the tips of my toes.

A hoarse scream tears from my lips and my hands scrabble at the glossy table beneath me, struggling to find an anchor point. Bram doesn’t pause, and my inner walls, already sore from last night and his teasing today, are overly sensitive as he withdraws and pushes back into me just as quickly.

“You have the tightest fucking pussy.” He has both hands on my waist as leverage, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. Our size difference has never been more apparent—or hotter—than it is right now. I feel like his toy, an object to be used at his discretion, and nothing has ever turned me on more.

The table scrapes over the floor, but the sound is lost in the volume of my cries and the wet slap of my body yielding to Bram’s over and over again. His thrusts are too punishing,too hard, too deep. I don’t know how I could possibly come from this, but then I am.

My body convulses, lights bursting behind my eyelids as Bram groans his approval, “Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.” A hand lands beside mine on the table as he leans over me, slowing his pace to something grinding and decadent. Lips press to the juncture of my neck and shoulder and my eyes flutter shut, bowing my back to let him deeper. “It’s never been like this for me, Sophie.” The words, rasped in my ear by a low, rapturous voice, make me feel exposed in a whole new way. Bram kisses my shoulder, my back, my neck, fucking me slowly all the while. “I’ve never wanted to keep someone the way I want to keep you.”

My heart stalls, then kicks into overdrive. Does he mean forever? God, I hope he means forever, because it’s getting so hard to pretend that’s not what I want, too.

Another kiss.

Another slow thrust.

More uneven breaths.

More quiet noises of pleasure.

I’m just… gone. Every thought and worry has been stripped from my mind, and what’s left behind is good. I feel good. He’s reduced me to my most basic form, lost in the moment, sound asleep and wide awake all at once.

A hand finds my chin, guiding my face around and my eyes open, meeting the fierce stare of the man fucking me toward another earth-shattering orgasm. Bram’s lips find mine, and I moan into the kiss, twisting around as best I can to give him more. It’s messy and frantic, like we can’t get close enough.

Holy shit, I’m so in love with him.

“Bram,” I sob as his hand covers mine, lacing our fingers together as his thrusts turn uneven and jerky. He’s close, and so am I. “Bram it’s so good?—”

“I know, sweetheart.” His voice is rough, strained with the effort it’s taking him to hold back. “Can you come with me?”

His reply is answered by my sharp cry as he shifts his angle, dragging the head of his cock over my G-spot. “Harder! Please, I need it hard, Bram!”

In an instant, he’s giving me what I need, setting an unyielding pace. Within seconds, I’m coming. My scream is completely out of my control, as if the pleasure he’s giving me is so big it has to vent somehow so I don’t explode.

“I’m going to come inside you,” Bram hisses against my ear, fucking me through the aftershocks, his body shaking. “Do you want it nice and deep, sweetheart? Do you want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, Bram,” I pant, reaching back to weave my fingers through his hair. My wetness floods over his cock, and heat crawls up my chest and neck at the volume of the sloppy, wet noises coming from between us.

With a low, masculine groan, Bram shoves himself deep one more time. Seconds later, his shaft twitches, swells, and the wet lash of his release coats the deepest part of me.

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