Page 108 of Forever Never
“Are you sorry you said yes?” he whispered, sliding his stinging palm over her pink ass. Hoping, praying for the right answer.
“Never,” she whispered defiantly.
“Let’s find out,” he said.
Swiftly, he pulled her underwear back into place, hiding those sinful handprints. He shouldn’t feel good about putting marks on a woman. Yet seeing his own handprints visible on Remi’s flesh made his dick throb. Witnessing his brand on her awakened something raw, possessive, that had him by the throat.
She made a little whimper of disappointment and frustration when he stood her up and placed her on the table. Her face was flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. There were teeth marks in her lower lip. Her hair was a tangled mess of fire. And those tits. They had a siren’s song of their own, begging for his hands, his mouth.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted.
His erection rose to the challenge. “Not by a long shot, baby.”
“Then why did you stop?”
He forced her thighs wide and stared down between her legs. “To make sure you liked it.”
“I could have told you—”
Her annoyance cut off when his thumb slid over the inch-long wet spot he found on the front of her underwear. He felt like a goddamn caveman.
“Oh,” she breathed.
“Is that for me?”
“It’s always for you.”
“Always?” He didn’t trust himself to look her in the eyes.
“Every guy I’ve been with was you when I closed my eyes,” she whispered. Jealousy and pride ripped through him, laying waste to any remaining chivalry. He wanted to be the only one.
“God damn it, Remi. You can’t like it,” he swore, even as he shoved his hand into her panties. “You can’t fucking let me do that to you.” He thrust one finger into her and growled when she sobbed out his name.
Not just damp. Wet. Soaking. Drenched.
Not just tight. Clenched. A slick vice, closing around his middle finger.
She spread for him, leaning back on her hands. “But I do,” she whispered. Even as she said the words, her walls rippled around his digit, and he went a little insane.
He added a second finger and fucked her as he thrust his cock against the soft flesh of her thigh. Her breasts were too much of a temptation. He couldn’t ignore them, so he dipped his head to taste each pink bud. To draw each one into his mouth and suck and lick and tease.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed. And just when he was sure he had the upper hand, she reached for the waistband of his underwear and freed his dick.
“Remi,” he gritted out her name when those small fingers finally closed around his shaft. He was pulsing in her grip, and if she moved that goddamn hand, he was going to come. To prevent that travesty, Brick closed a hand over hers and held her still while he sucked her nipples into diamond-tipped points.
She moaned when her thumb swept over the sensitive slit in his tip. He was leaking like a fucking colander, and she was spreading the moisture over the rest of his crown.
He only had one course of action here. One way to distract her from making him come.
Keeping his hand over hers, he pumped his fingers into her tight channel and used his thumb to find that delicate bundle of nerves between the lips of her sex.
“Ride my hand now, Remi,” he ordered.
She did as she was told. A miracle in itself. Just like the one unfolding inside her. “Brick! I need…” She didn’t finish her sentence. Remi was too busy shaking against him, whimpering as earthquake tremors wracked her beautiful body. The picture she made when she let go and flew into her release was stunning. Unforgettable.
What happened inside her was magic. Her walls closed around his fingers so hard he was ravenous to feel the same on his dick. Closing and releasing. Rippling around him as her orgasm rolled on. She shook with pleasure while he watched, witnessing every wave that crashed over her. It was a privilege making Remington Ford come.
She clung to him with her free hand as she writhed against him, around him. It went on and on, and when those bottle green eyes finally opened again, they were glassy and unseeing.
