Page 22 of Forever Finds Us
I needed her now. Needed to be buried inside her, needed to watch her breasts bouncing for me while I fucked her.
Moving behind her, feeling her soft, full ass cheeks pressing against the hardest part of me, I pushed her against the vanity. She planted her hands on top, her fingers clutching the sides, and I gripped her hips.
I still had on my jeans, but I lowered them just enough, freeing my aching cock, and I wrapped my hands around her hips again, watching her in the mirror.
Her lips parted.
“Tell me yes,” I begged.
Her eyes lifted to mine, and she blinked once. “Yes.”
My dick was as stiff as cured concrete, and it sought the ecstasy I knew in the moment only Roxanne could give me. Bending my knees and sliding through pubic hair dripping with her cum and soft, swollen lips, I took her in one hard, possessing thrust.
She bit her lower lip, and her head fell forward, her hair whispering over her shoulders and cutting off my view of her eyes. I closed my fist around a handful of the soft strands and lifted her head.
Oh, she liked that. Defiance shone in her eyes now, but they glittered like sunlit amber in the mirror, and the side of her mouth tipped up just a little, her tongue peeking out between her lips, and she bit the tip between her teeth.
“I need to fuck you hard now,” I whispered against her neck. “Be a good deputy and spread your legs for me.”
Her eyes narrowed a bit, but she did what I’d commanded. She stepped wide, and I punched my cock deep inside her, watching the way my body made hers quiver. Her small breasts bounced from the force of my fucking, just like I’d imagined, her nipples puckered and tight and pointing at me in the mirror.
I pulled almost all the way out of her body and pounded back in, loving the way her hot core tried to hold me inside, and she moaned and her heavy eyelids lowered, eyelashes dusting the high planes of her cheeks.
“Eyes on me, Roxanne,” I said roughly. God, how I wanted to watch her come again.
That earned me a soft growl, but I didn’t relent. Instead, I anchored one hand at the base of her throat so she couldn’t look away from me, and the other slid down her soft hip and belly. I rubbed her clit with my middle finger, and her whole body shuddered in my arms.
She widened her legs a bit more, her smooth stomach tightening as she took me, showing strength beneath her skin, and then the chase for release took over.
I rubbed and fucked, never releasing her gaze in the mirror. My ass cheeks tightened with each thrust, and a primal grunting sounded around us. It bounced off the bathroom walls, and I couldn’t figure out where the noise was coming from, until I realized it had come from me.
I liked that. I’d been quiet for so long, my head down, working and building my business. But I realized I had always been that way. I’d always kept my mouth shut, kept my opinions to myself when my father was still around. Now, maybe I wanted to be heard.
Roxanne heard me. A hungry smile grew in her eyes and on her rose lips, and suddenly, I needed to claim them.
“Give me your mouth.”
She turned her head, and I rubbed her clit round and round, my fingers sliding in her cum, but when her mouth found mine and she slipped her tongue inside, I stilled.
She cried out softly, her heartbeat quickening beneath my hand still on her throat in anticipation, and her breath washed over me.
My entire body was wrecked and rock hard. I needed release, too, maybe more than I ever had before. Pounding inside her one more time, I felt her orgasm cresting and gripping my cock, and I came with a shout.
She swallowed it and sighed into my mouth, shivering as she came again, and any leftover anxiety about the missing kid or the fact that we were practically strangers engaging in the most intimate act leaked out and bled from the both of us.
Chapter Nine
Roxanne
Thick steam filled the bathroom, and hot water rained down over my body from the showerhead.
I tipped my head back to feel the warmth on my face while Brand rubbed a soapy hand between my legs. He licked at my breasts, sucking the water sliding over them and teasing my nipples with his teeth.
He’d taken me into the shower for a little aftercare, but I was so turned on again that I couldn’t even find it within me to feel awkward or be silly, to make jokes.
All I could do was feel.
Pressing my shoulders to the shower wall with his big hand at the base of my throat again, he continued his oral assault on my breasts, moving from one to the other and back almost frantically, as if he couldn’t get enough of them, his other hand still soothing and slipping between my thighs.
