Page 127 of Forever Never
“I want too much. I need you to give me too much. Don’t let me think about anything else.”
There was no holding back. Not with her permission snapping the leash he had on his control. Not with the sinful slide of her as he pulled out and the slick victory of slamming back into her. His hips worked into a wild rhythm that had nothing to do with finesse.
His balls slapped against her as he lunged into her. Unrelenting.
He couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t go hard enough. He needed to erase the distance between them. She came immediately, choking his cock so hard with her inner walls he almost poured himself into her then and there. But he held on—barely—and rode out the ripples of her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “Would it be greedy if I asked for another one?”
He gripped her jaw and throat with one big hand. “You will ask me for anything you want. And I’ll give it to you. Do you understand?”
She sank her teeth into her lower lip while he leisurely fucked her.
“Do you understand?” he repeated, tightening his hold on her just a fraction.
There was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes when she nodded. “Yes, Brick.”
“Good girl. Now tell me what you want.”
She looked triumphant, and he wondered if he’d walked into one of her little traps. “I want you to bend me over the arm of this couch and fuck me until you come so hard you can’t stand up.”
He went a little mad then. Because he didn’t remember standing up or folding her over the rounded arm of the couch. But he did come back to himself to appreciate in exquisite detail peeling those underwear off her behind and down her legs. His eyes feasting on the subtle souvenirs his hands had left on her soft skin.
He trailed his fingertips over her back, her ass, her thighs, until goose bumps rose over every inch of her skin. Going slowly now, because once he was seated inside her, there would be no slow, no gentle, no savoring. He pushed her hips a little higher on the arm, bringing her to her tiptoes so he could line up with her entrance.
It was fucking hypnotic, watching the first two inches of his cock slide into her. “So fucking tight. Are you going to make me work for it?”
She moaned impatiently into the cushion and bucked against him. He gave her a light slap, then gripped her hips and slammed home.
“Brick!”
Her scream made his ears ring. His answering shout of triumph made his throat raw. The angle took him so impossibly deep.
Her breath was coming in gasps, each one tightening her hold on him.
“Calm down and breathe, baby. I need to move, and I can’t do that until you relax.”
“So deep,” she cried.
“That’s right,” he said, stroking a hand down her back. “There’s nothing between us. No secrets. No holding back. Just holding on.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. Need had him by the throat. He pulled out, staring down in erotic fascination at how slick she’d made his hard-on with her arousal. He worked his way back into that inviting warmth, and when she moaned, something broke inside of him.
Brick leaned over her and wrapped a handful of her hair around his fist like reins. Worshipping her scent, he slammed himself home again and again, powering his hips into her until his balls slapped rhythmically against the back of her thighs.
She was completely at his mercy, folded over and bared to him. Yet she was still chanting “yes.”
He’d offered her the world, and all she’d asked for was for him to fuck her so hard he couldn’t stand up after he came. He didn’t want to blink. Didn’t want to miss a second of this tableau as he pistoned into that tight, welcoming pussy.
His balls were churning, desperate to release their load. He told her so through gritted teeth. He told her everything, all the dark and dirty things he wanted to do to her. Whispered lewd promises against the silk of her shoulder as he fucked her into oblivion.
When she quickened around him, when her muscles tensed, he thanked the gods for this woman, this fucking miracle.
He wanted to erase every memory of terror she had. Wanted to replace it with a new memory. Of what happened when she trusted him with her body, her heart, her soul. He’d take away the pain and the fear one kiss, one fuck at a time.
“Brick!” she whimpered. “You’re making me—”
Her entire body seized around him. His cock was locked inside her as thousands of tiny muscles gripped and clutched. Biting his lip until he tasted blood, he held on as her pussy rippled up and down his shaft. She was shaking as her release rolled on. He couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. Could only feel Remi’s body accepting what he gave it.
