“I c-can’t hold back?—”
Suddenly, he pulls out all the way, leaving me empty, my pussy contracting, searching for him, and I cry out.
“What the fuck!”
“Isay when you can come.” He shakes his head, breathing hard. “I own your orgasms. Don’t fucking forget who’s in charge here, Juliet.”
“Brooks, please. Please, don’t do that.” I reach for him and rise up onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, bury my face there, and tremble. “Please.”
He lifts me off the bed, and my back hits the wall seconds before he plunges back inside me and starts to pound into me again.
“Oh yes.”
“I love it when you fucking beg,” he growls against my lips. “It drives me out of my fucking mind. This pussy hugs me so goddamn perfectly.Fuck.”
My legs wrap around his waist, and I hold on for dear life as he fucks me ruthlessly. The climax builds again, and he bites the top of my shoulder, hard enough to break skin, but I don’t care.
I need to come.
“Please.” I sound so …needy.
“Come on my cock, Juliet.” His words are hard and dark, and I couldn’t defy him if I wanted to.
Which I don’t.
The hands holding my ass in the air tighten almost painfully, and I gasp as I fall over the edge into euphoria. He continues to fuck me through it, rocking into me so perfectly. Wave after wave of electricity rolls through me until he groans against me, and I can feel his cock swell. Then he’s coming, too.
“Goddamn it,” he growls, pulsing inside me, filling me up. He jerks and shudders, and then murmurs, “Hold on to me.”
I hug myself around him, and he walks us into the bathroom, where he sets me on the cold marble countertop, making me shriek and then giggle.
“That’s cold.”
“Sorry.” He nibbles my lips. “I have to clean you up.”
He wets a cloth with warm water and gets to work wiping me down, and he does the same to himself, but his eyes never leave my body.
What I was going to say earlier is true.
The last time he saw me naked, aside from in his garage when everything happened so fast, I was twenty. I was smaller, firmer, and a whole lot younger.
But from the fire burning in his gaze, I’d say he doesn’t mind at all.
He tosses the cloth in a hamper and pulls me back into his arms, lifting me off the counter.
“I can walk, you know.”
“Yeah, but why should you when I can carry you?” He presses his lips to my temple and lowers me into the bed, then joins me, pulling me against him. “I have a question.”
“Okay.” I wiggle into his side and lay my head on his chest. When we were kids, we never really got to enjoy this part of sex. We both lived at home, so sharing a bed was out of the question.
“What’s the scar from?”
I frown up at him. “Scar?”
“The one on your stomach.”
I blink and then remember. “Oh, I had my appendix out about six years ago. That sucked, let me tell you. Zero out of five stars, do not recommend.”
