Page 44 of Brood

He kisses me everywhere until he finds the place he was searching for. My nipple disappears into his mouth as he sucks passionately. “Give in Jor. Come for me, baby,” he demands, letting up then switching to the other nipple. He grunts suddenly, pulling back and letting my nipple go with a pop that joins the sounds of the room. It's there in that moment my body gives in and spirals out of control with a soul-consuming orgasm. It spreads through me like a tidal wave until I’m nothing but useless skin and bone.

I’m not even sure how we get to the couch, but when I come to, I’m still on Brood’s lap, cradled in his arms. Our connection hasn’t been broken yet, even though I can feel him softening inside me. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head back and forth. “No. That was… amazing.” His hand stokes along my back almost as if to say he agrees.

“We better get out of here,” he tells me, pulling back to look at my face. “No telling who could walk in. The door doesn’t have a lock.” He somewhat laughs at my shocked expression, slowly helping me to stand as he rights himself. Then he is up and grabbing at my discarded clothes, pulling them on until he comes to the shirt he tore to shreds.

“Couldn’t have just taken it off over my head?” I take the torn shirt in my hand, trying to find a way to get it on to cover my body. There isn’t much to work with.

“No fun in that,” he huffs and sheds his cut, placing it on the couch, he then takes off his black t-shirt. In one fell swoop, he pulls it over my head and guides my arms through. “That will work for now. We only need to make it back to the room,” he states, pulling his cut back on.

“Back to the room?”

“Oh yeah. Not even close to being done with you yet.”

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