It’s a fire inside me.
Fucking perfection.
His arms shake a little and his forehead falls to mine, harsh, heavy pants rolling over my lips as he pauses to take in the feeling.
I’m stretched to the max, a slight sting of my pussy walls I can’t wait to explore more of. It’s that good hurt, a deep pressure that tells me how epic this is about to be.
I can’t wait to do it again and we haven’t even started yet.
“I should warn you,” he groans, flexing inside me. “I might be a minute man after all, but don’t worry.” He lifts his head with a deadly grin. “I’m a dedicated man when it comes to practice.”
“Quiet, Big Guy.” I wrap my legs around his back, and his eyes widen with a rumble when the move drives him even deeper. “There is no doubt in my mind that you’re a natural.” I roll my hips and his breath leaves him in a rush. “Besides, I’m not a virgin. I don’t need a break before round two.” I grin and he’s all over me.
“Remember you said that, baby, because I’m about to fuck you the way I’ve imagined for months.”
I lift up, lick at his lips, and whisper, “Prove it.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice, and he doesn’t start slow.
No, he lifts his hips and slams them into me with the full force of his weight.
My moan is embarrassing, and I’m pretty sure you could hear it for miles. But my god. “Your piercing,” I gasp, hooking my hips higher.
My body slides up the cushions and I reach back, pressing my hands against the wood, asking for more.
“You like that, naughty girl?” Brady nips at my throat and does it again. And again. And it can’t have been a minute but I’m already about to come.
I dig my nails into his back, holding myself to him, and he shifts a little, dropping back on his knees.
The move drives him impossibly deeper.
We both gasp.
“Fuck.” Brady shakes, hips shoving up into me. “It’s so fucking deep like this.”
I can’t even talk. I let my head fall back, my entire body trembling when he runs his callused hand across my chest, pushing me back while holding me up.
He fucks up into me, his movements hard and long but not hurried. I feel him swelling inside me, and I clench him in response.
“Oh, fuck. What was that?” he groans, dropping me back on the cushion and pushing my legs back. He shoves his hips forward, his eyes nearly black as he leans down to kiss me. “Again,” he demands.
I do it again, and he groans like a caveman, dipping to my neck and sucking until it stings.
“Mine. All fucking mine.” He bucks his hips faster and faster until I’m clenching everywhere. “No,” he snaps, tearing out of me and sitting back. “Not yet.”
I actually whine, and my pussy quite literally aches at the loss of him.
He covers me again, but he doesn’t slide back inside. He pushes my sweaty hair from my face and nips at my lips. “Can I take you how I want you, my gorgeous fucking girl?” He kisses me softly, speaking against my lips. “I promise I’ll let you come this time.”
I push on his chest, and he moves willingly.
I don’t have to ask him how he wants me.
I know what he likes.
I know his favorite way to “fuck” me without having actually been inside, though I know for a fact he’s been tempted a time or two.
I flip onto my stomach, leaving my breasts to the mattress as I rise up on my knees, pushing my ass back into his face.