Page 112 of Forever Never
“You’re crying,” he whispered softly. He sounded pained.
“Because it’s so beautiful,” she sobbed. “Because Ineedyou. I need all of you holding me down here, making me feel safe and beautiful and wanted.”
“Remington.” Her name was a broken prayer.
Urging him on with her body, she pulled her knees higher. “Please.”
When he sank back into her, it was again too much and not enough. But this time, he pulled out faster, thrust in harder.This. This. This.As his body rocked into hers, he set a rhythm she couldn’t keep up with.
Thiswas what she needed, where she belonged. Taking each punishing drive. Relaxing her body to accommodate him. Giving Brick what he needed somehow gave her what she needed. She hung on to him, nails digging perfect little crescents into his shoulders as he buried his face in her hair and fucked her.
Every thrust, every time he hit bottom, every slap of his sack between her thighs, every pained grunt swirled into an intoxicating recipe for her senses. She felt closer to him than any other human being on the planet. She wondered if their souls were touching. If they were becoming one.
The pace he set was brutal. Sweat slicked his skin and hers as he forced her to accept him. Every inch. Every dark secret and need.
She was ecstatic. The build, the climb was so steep, she’d never been to these heights before. The trembling started in her inner walls and spread everywhere from the roots of her hair to her fingertips. Something her body had never experienced was about to happen.
“I feel you getting tighter and tighter around me. Do you feel how it makes my dick swell inside you?” he demanded as he pummeled into her body.
She bowed back, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.
“Baby. My baby doll,” he breathed. “You’re gonna come on my cock. And when you do, you’re gonna squeeze me so tight you milk every fucking drop out of me.”
She couldn’t see anything but the picture he was painting. Her heels dug into his thick, bare behind, urging him to go faster, harder. She could take it. She would take anything if it gave her the privilege of feeling him let loose inside her.
“Yes, Brick,” she whispered, knowing it would drive him wild.
“That’s right, baby. Take me.”
There were so many pulses of light sparking to life in her body. So many nerves frayed open to the sensation of being dominated. She hadn’t known it would be like this. Hadn’t known how fucking beautiful it would feel.
His hands were under her again, lifting her hips, spreading her ass cheeks as he speared into her over and over again.
The climb was over. She’d reached the top, the peak. There was a serious concern that she wouldn’t survive the fall. But Brick wouldn’t allow her to step back.
“Now, baby doll. Now,” he grunted as he slammed into her tight sheath again. This time, he held at the bottom. Her muscles clamped down on every inch of his swollen arousal. It had to hurt him, didn’t it? There wasn’t enough room.
There was a split second when she worried that her muscles would never relax again. That she’d spend the rest of her life clamped around Brick’s perfect dick even long after he was gone from her.
But then he went rigid against her, in her. Holding in deeper than anyone had ever ventured, he let go on a shout of triumph. She felt it hot and thick, painting her insides as the first rope of his release let loose.
Her body exploded as if on command. Her muscles loosened just as he pulled out, only to clamp back down as he slammed into her again. She bucked against him.
She held on tight to her anchor. Her Brick as the world spun around them.
Every time she contracted around him, he ejaculated deeper into her. In sync, their bodies rode out their world-ending orgasms together, using each other to maximize the absolute pleasure.
Soul-changing. There would be a definitive before and after in her life. Before she’d felt Brick come inside her and after. It was warm and welcoming and messy and perfect. And she wantedmore.
“My girl. My Remi,” he whispered brokenly as his hips bucked against her, drawing out the last quakes of their orgasms together.
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Brick woke in the dark, awareness slowly creeping in through his senses. His body felt loose-limbed and well-used. The tension that had coiled within him for years was gone, replaced by something else. Something…warm. Almost glowing. Something that spread through him, waking him up and making him feel alive.
The air and sheets smelled like them. Their unique scent.
She was unsurvivable. A man didn’t just get up and walk away from Remi Ford. He stared up at the sky and wondered what the hell had just brought him to his knees.
