“I want you to come inside me.”
A split second turns into a brutal fuck where my body is jolting upward, and the mattress protests from the abrupt movement.
Bronte turns into an unhinged animal, markinghis mate and giving literal zero shits about the noise level or what can be heard downstairs.
I should worry about his mother’s reaction to all this, but Bronte shifts a certain way, getting the bed to stop squeaking, before I’m yanked upward and in the air with his cock still buried inside me.
Mid-thrust, Bronte’s hands hold me up by my ass as he moves me up and down his cock while his hips finish the rest of the distance.
My lips part in a rush of excitement and pleasure. Being held in Bronte’s strong arms, at his leisure, while he uses my body for whatever needs he needs met is, by far, the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Kiss me,” he rumbles out, not needing much else from me when I wrap my hand around the back of his head and deliver what he requires.
Our tongues clash and compete for the upper hand. It’s a lost cause for me because I’m quickly melting against him. Submitting to the way, duration, and tempo of how he wants to fuck me.
My body vibrates with the need to come, and my audible responses—every moan and groan that leaves my throat—only goads Bronte on.
“I love how you take this cock, Daydream,” he practically snarls out. “So fucking good and tight. I hope you’ve come prepared.”
Oh, there’s no preparing with Bronte Vasiliou.
When he fucks you, he’sfuckingyou until you can’t breathe right. Until you’re so exhausted you can barely keep your eyes open.
He’ll fuck you mid-dream.
He will definitely fuck you to remind you how much you mean to him.
All relevant ways to get me to fall deeper into his orbit and forever be bound and cherished by him.
It’s not a bad way to go.
In fact, it’s theonlyway I’d like to go.
“I feel so full,” I quip, coaxing him on because I need my release like I need my next breath and day with him. “I never want you to stop.”
I almost scream at the next thrust he delivers me because he’s so deep and my pussy clenched around him through the small spirt of pain.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he leers. “Just wait until I have your pretty little ass. I’m going to fuck you in both holes and have you begging for some sort of relief.”
He spreads my cheeks then, hitting another vast part of me before a broken cry flees my throat, and Bronte’s mouth is crashing back on mine to keep me quiet.
I come so hard, I lose sense of whether I’m upright or lying down.
His tongue slices through the noise, only making it audible in my chest as my head spins and my body sprints to chase every inch and ounce of my orgasm.
Bronte doesn’t stop for a second until I feel him shudder and growl within the next, maybe, minute. Each drive of his cock prominent of our life together.
He doesn’t put me back on the bed, nor does he move from his spot when I’m finally able to crack my eyes open and look down at him with affection and lust in his eyes.
Insatiable.
“I’d fuck you again,” he vouches simply, seemingly content with me still in his arms and not ready to leave my body just yet. “But my mother is expecting us downstairs for lunch.”
I quirk a brow. “And how long has she been waiting for that?”
“Since I came up here.”
I scowl half-heartedly. “Bronte.”
