Page 144 of Forever Never
She had no choice. Her body was already spiraling into the abyss.
“God, yes,” he groaned as she clamped around him. An erotic vise. “Never giving up that greedy little cunt of yours.”
He was still hard, still rolling his hips, still delivering pleasure.
Knowing that once wasn’t enough for him had her own arousal spiking again.
“You want to come again,” he said. “You want me to keep working my cock in you until you go off. Say it.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Brick. I want you to make me come again.”
He pulled out of her, but before she could complain, he pushed her onto her hands and knees in front of him. She held her breath as he knelt between her legs and stroked a hand down her spine before those strong fingers closed around her hip, kneading the curve of her flesh.
“God. I can’t look at you like this without wanting to put my hand on you.”
Her sex clenched around nothing. Making her ache with a need only he could fulfill.
“Do it.Please.”
“Just once,” he rasped. She didn’t know if he was promising her or warning himself.
“Then you better make it count,” she whispered.
He blew out his breath behind her, reminding Remi of a bull pawing the ground.
She shivered as he guided the blunt head of his penis between her legs, parting the lips of her sex and nestling against the soft, wet tissue that was ready to welcome him back.
For a second, maybe two, the tension between them built as he tensed against her, holding his breath. And then that heavy hand connected with her rear end, delivering a sharp, biting slap.
She didn’t have time to cry out, to beg for another, because Brick was gripping her hips and yanking her back against him, impaling her on his unflagging hard-on.
The low moan that wrenched its way free from her throat was drowned out by his animalistic grunt as her body surrendered to his invasion. The angle. Holy Mariah Carey, the angle had him filling her so deep she could barely breathe.
“Remi. My sweet, beautiful, Remi,” he whispered behind her. His hands worshipped her in long, soothing strokes as he began to ride her. Revering her and defiling her at the same time.
She was flying headlong into the dark, but without fear. Because this time, she wasn’t alone. This time, he was there with her.
“Baby, I can’t get enough of you.” He gritted out the words like a sinful confession as he fucked her harder, deeper. Using his hands to both spread her cheeks wide and to control the speed.
Her shaking arms collapsed beneath her, and when she landed on her forearms, the head of his penis nudged something deep inside her. Again and again, until it triggered a new, powerful orgasm. The spasms began to build in her core and then radiated outward.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Milk my dick with those hungry squeezes, baby.”
She sobbed as her body complied. The orgasm detonated, sending shock waves through her entire body, her entirebeing. The world ended as she could only tremble her way through the release.
“Fuck. What you do to me,” Brick groaned, his sweat-soaked skin slapping against her with each thrust of his hips. “I’ll never be the same.”
Neither would she. He’d ruined her. And she’d ruined him. But all that mattered was this beautiful, brutal moment of surrender and domination.
She squeezed around him, unable to respond in any other way, and felt triumphant when he went rigid behind her, inside her.
“Remi.” Her name. Always her name.
The first burst exploded inside her, hot and thick. And then he was pulling out of her, grunting his way through the orgasm with violent strokes of his fist. Wrenching, scalding spurts coated her behind, her back, her thighs.
He’d branded her inside and out, and she felt possessed. Adored. Protected.
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