Page 99 of Love Undecided
“God, you’re perfect,” I breathe, leaning in to take his nipple into my mouth. He sucks in a breath as I bite lightly. Then pulls my head up for a brutal kiss that leaves me dizzy. I’m swaying, literally, when he ends the kiss. I love the feeling of chest against chest and rub against him.
“Be still,” he growls. Then he spins me around so my front is pressed to the building.
“Hands against the wall.”
I smile, leaning forward slightly so my forehead rests against my fingers on the wall. He pulls my hips out, bending me farther at the waist, grinding his cock against my ass. One hand pulls my hair aside giving him access to bite and lick that spot on my neck. God, he so knows me. I moan his name. His hand stays, wrapped loosely around my neck, holding me in place.
“Fuck, Kat, you fucking wreck me!” He breaths into my ear, his breath hot against the side of my neck. He moves his hand from my neck down the front of my body, sliding over my breasts and stomach, pausing at my hips to pull my ass tighter against him. His teeth graze my neck as he sucks and bites and kisses. One hand stays on my hip and his other hand snakes down my pants, pushing its way between my legs. I cry out as he plunges a finger inside me.
“So tight, so sweet,” he groans, inserting a second and then third finger.
I feel so full, so complete. “Oh my God... Brad... I can’t...“
I can’t breath, I can’t think, I feel dizzy.
“I got you, baby,” he says. His fingers fucking me relentlessly until I come again, crying out his name. My head thrown back against his shoulder as everything explodes behind my eyes. All the while Brad is grinding against my ass and whispering how hard he is going to fuck me and how I am going to love every minute of it.
So fucking hot!
Before I know it my pants are down around my ankles and his are around his thighs, he spreads my legs as far as they’ll go. One hand reaches around to grab my breasts, the other one stays at my clit, the tip of his cock teasing me as he aligns it with my core.
“Please,” I beg.
I gasp as he suddenly slams into me from behind, filling me completely.
“Oh Brad!” I scream, the feeling of him is so amazing.
So much better than I remember, how could I think I could ever live without this? He pulls out completely then pushes into me again, moving in and out slowly. I try to shift back toward him, “more... ” I moan. “Please.”
“More what, firecracker? More of this?” And with that he pushes into me again, both hands grip my hips and hold me in place as he drives into me. “Is that what you want?” he asks, grunting.
I nod, barely able to speak, I’m so close to coming again all I can do is cry out with every thrust. He’s made me so hot, it was like I have no choice but to just keep coming. Everything he does, the possessiveness in his touch, the commanding way he speaks, the ferocity with which he fucks me, the confidence in his moves.
“Brad,” I breathe. But he isn’t done.
He pulls out of me completely and then drives back in to me again and again. Fingers digging into my hips as he holds me in place, everything is so punishing and so rewarding.
“Holy fuck, I’m going to come again. Ohmigod... Brad...”
“Come for me baby, one more time, I’m so close,” he growls.
So I do.
This one more explosive than any I’ve ever had before. It depletes me. I’m so exhausted I can barely move the back of my head from his shoulder, my hands barely keeping me from slamming into the wall with each of his thrusts.
Thrusts are so hard and so deep, my body is literally lifting with each one. A satisfied moan escapes my lips. God this is so good.
And with one final thrust, he comes, growling into my neck. One hand at my neck pulling my head back against him, the other across my hips pulling them tight against him. I know even with both our arms protecting me, that I’ve been scraped, maybe even cut, when facing the wall and I fucking get off on it. I love it hard, I love it rough. And I love even more that it was Brad that gave it to me.
I climax so hard and so much that I can feel it seeping down my legs even though he is still inside me. As he comes down, he releases me gently and I gradually settle back on my feet. He pulls out slowly and I miss him immediately.
He pulls his pants up and situates his dick, then pulls off his shirt and his t-shirt, and uses the t-shirt to clean me. Softly wiping at the insides of my thighs, erasing any trace that he was there. I miss it when it’s gone. He turns me gently around, pulls my pants up, and adjusts my bra and shirt. He looks me up and down slowly, then takes my face in his hands and kisses me. His touch is soft and delicate and couldn’t be more opposite of what we’d just done.
“Baby, did I hurt you?” His eyes dance back and forth over my face and he caresses my cheeks.
I smile. “No. Not at all. That was incredible.”
He smiles big. “It was, wasn’t it?”
