Page 38 of Merry with a Brewmaster
“I need youinme.”
“Siren,” he warns.
I duck my head, my teeth nipping at his jaw as I grind my hips against him. “I didn’t want this, Wells. I didn’t want a forever. I wanted my flower shop and uncomplicated orgasms,” I breathe, licking up the column of his neck as his fingers dig into my ass.
“And now?”
“Oh, I’m still mad,” I admit, sucking his earlobe into my mouth and biting down until he groans before releasing it and whispering, “but you’re mine and I want it all. You and Haven are mine, and they’ll have to pry the both of you from my cold dead hands before I give you up to anyone.”
“Thank fuck.” He groans as he moves us through the quiet house, our breathing and his footsteps the only sounds as he crashes into his bedroom.
He drops me on the mattress and pulls his shirt over his head, his muscles flexing and delicious andGod, how I missed him.
“Condom?” I ask as I work my own shirt off while he discards my leggings and panties somewhere behind him.
“I haven’t been with anyone since before you.”
“Me either.”
“I’ll wear one if you want me to.”
“Don’t you dare,” I moan as his thumb circles my clit, earning a chuckle as he lowers his mouth between my thighs and licks up my seam.
“I missed this pussy,” he says like a starved man before settling in and devouring me. I tremble and shake, my hipsbucking up to meet every lick and pump of his fingers until I’m coming all over him.
“Wells,” I cry his name sounding somewhere between a whine and a plea, “I need you. I need to feel you inside me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He grunts as he thrusts his cock into my hand. “Don’t let me be too rough.”
“You know I like it rough.” The admission is drowned out by his groan as he shucks the rest of his clothes and climbs on top of me.
Dragging the head of his cock through my wetness, he pushes inside me with one hard thrust that has me gasping and clinging to him.
“Jesus,”he rasps, burying his face in the crook of my neck and wrapping his arm around my shoulders like he’s anchoring me to him.
And then he moves, driving in and out with such ferocity all I can do is hold on. My nails dig into his back as I try to hold him closer—tighter—to me. The need to somehow be inside him, to be one person instead of two, is like a visceral ache that’s dulled only by the pleasure building in my core.
“Wells.”
“Fuck, I missed you.” He grunts as his hips piston in and out, the pace maddening—relentless. “This pussy was made for me.”
“Wells,” I whimper his name. I’m so close and there’s no stopping the orgasm barreling down on me.
“Fuck, I can feel you. That’s it, Siren, come all over me.”
His filthy words are all I need before pleasure rockets through every cell in my body. I scream his name as he roars mine, my pussy clamping down around his cock and drawing out our release.
“I missed you too,” I manage with him collapsed on me chest to chest.
He chuckles, his breath hot on my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, before leaning up and pressing a sweet kiss to my lips.
It’s everything I need.
He’s everything I need.
And it’s time I told him.
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