Page 111 of Playbook
“That’s not true.”
“It is, but I’m gonna do my best to make it up to you with multiple orgasms.” He pushes into me slowly. My eyes close and my body tenses as he fills me. He’s big and thick and the sensation of him inside me with no barrier is so good that I already feel like I’m on the brink of coming.
He takes both of my hands in one of his and holds them over my head, pinned against the mattress as he thrusts in and out. Our mouths are inches apart. His ragged breaths mix with mine as he fucks me hard and fast.
“Sweetheart,” he grits out. “Fuck, London.”
My name on his lips in such a tortured tone sends me over the edge. It’s too fast. I don’t want it to be over.
I’m still coming down from the high of it when he flips me over. He wraps one hand around my stomach to hold me up as he takes me from behind. I cry out again, another orgasm building on the brink of the last. His lips graze my back, placing tender kisses as he slams into me. It’s so Brogan. Tender and passionate even when he’s destroying my body.
“Oh fuck,” he says, and then groans with his cock buried to the hilt. He pulls out and turns me back over. He sits back on the bed and then pulls me onto his lap. I love that he can never make up his mind which way he wants me. Sex with Brogan is an adventure.
“Ride my dick, sweetheart.”
“Only because you asked so nicely,” I taunt. Or I try to. The eager way I scramble to impale myself on him probably doesn’t make it very believable.
We both still as I sit on him. He’s buried so deep, the walls of my pussy clenching around him. My heart hammers in my chest, and my skin is slick with a thin coat of sweat. My body is on fire.
“You feel too good,” I say as I slowly move.
“Like heaven.” His hands go to my hips. He doesn’t try to take over, but his fingers dig into my flesh as I glide up and down, gaining speed with each bounce.
I can tell he’s close, but trying to hold off, and that just makes me want to push him over the edge more. Watching him come undone is my favorite thing. This gorgeous guy, who could have any girl he wants, wants me.
My hands move to his shoulders and I push my tits out into his face. He wastes no time giving them attention. He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks, then the other. I roll my hips and move faster. I don’t give him any chance to try to hold back. I fuck him until he’s too delirious with lust to worry about getting me off.
He comes with a growl that vibrates in his chest. One of his big hands moves down between us and his thumb circles over my clit, sending me careening into ecstasy right along with him.
After my three orgasms, we go to the kitchen to look for snacks. I’m sitting on the countertop, legs dangling and wearing only Brogan’s button-downshirt from earlier. He stands between my legs in his boxer briefs.
I grab another handful of grapes. He parts his lips and I bring two up and pop them into his mouth, then eat the other two myself.
“You’ve never had a pet…ever?” My brows lift in question. I don’t remember how we got on the topic at this point, but after I told Brogan about all the animals Sierra and I convinced our parents to get us growing up, he admitted he’d never had one.
“No.” He shakes his head and reaches over to the bowl for more grapes.
“What about a fish or a pet rock?”
One side of his mouth lifts into a smile. “Oh, wait. Once in third grade, I got to bring home the class hamster for a night.”
“That doesn’t count.”
We share a grin.
“Do you like animals?”
“Sure.” He shrugs.
“What’s your favorite animal?”
He thinks for a moment and while he does, he runs his palms up and down my thighs. “Pet animal or any?”
“Both.”
“Dog, probably. I like that you can train them to do cool stuff. But my favorite of all animals is probably a rabbit.”
“Rabbit,” I repeat. “Why?”
