His mouth found one breast while his other hand slid between my legs. I bowed and yelled, grabbing his cock in my hand. He jerked, moaning my name. He wasn’t quite as thick as Cole, but he was longer than I remembered. I guess I had been wrong. He was huge, too. I gripped him and stroked his silky, hard length in time to his slowly penetrating finger.
That didn’t last long.
Waiting wasn’t an option. Impatience lead my waning thoughts. I needed him now. Fire was consuming my brain and all I could think about was him inside me. My body trembled when he used my wetness to stimulate my clit. Yeah, I couldn’t wait.
I brushed his hand away and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned, grinding against me, soaking his cock in my juices.
“Now, please,” I moaned, kissing him hard. Need overruled all.
Pinching my nipple, he murmured, “I wasn’t anywhere near done with you yet.”
I panted, grabbing his firm butt. “Don’t care.” I squeezed and rotated my hips, making him choke on whatever he was about to say. “I want you inside me. Today preferably.”
He laughed. “Now who’s being demanding?” He rocked against me again, teasing the head of his cock against my clit, making my body spasm.
“Brent…” It was a quiet plea.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Okay, darlin’, but you’re gonna owe me some damn foreplay.” He sucked on my earlobe again, making me shudder. “Deal?”
“Cripes, Brent,” I griped. “Deal.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he tilted his hips and pressed the crown of his cock inside me. I let my knees spread farther and pushed up in time for his next thrust, we both groaned as he partially slid in. My channel stretched and relaxed as he gently thrust without pushing beyond that point. We panted in heat, our eyes locked on each other’s. Need bouncing and back and forth between us. Sensual energy soaked into our pores. It had always been that way between us. Instant attraction. We were one in our absolute need to give, and receive, pleasure.
He paused. Lips on mine, then thrust deep inside. My body arched, and Brent shouted. I felt my inner walls contracting against his cock. We shuddered at the intimate connection.
Gasping, he hissed, “I can’t go slowly tonight, darlin’. I hope you can handle it.” He didn’t thrust, but ground his pelvis against my clit and I clenched around him. He gritted his teeth. “I can’t wait to call in your debt.” He grinned and nipped my nipple, making me cry out.
“I can handle it,” I sighed as he laved the sensually abused nipple. “Justmove, darn it!”
“Oh, I will. You better hang on,” he murmured, kissing my other nipple first before lifting up on his knees. He hooked his arms under my knees, gripping my thighs with his hands. He pulled out until only his crown was inside my wet core, and then slammed back in, fully seated.
I screamed, my body bowing off the couch.
He didn’t relent. He did just as he had stated. And when I was ready for more, he gave it, pounding into me, my breasts bouncing in time to him fierce rhythm. Our bodies drenched in sweat and sweet, sweet liquid warmth. His fingers dug into my thighs as he swiveled his hips, driving unbrokenly.
I took all he gave, and then some, lifting up and grabbing his shoulders. I kissed him brutally and he gripped my hips,lifting me up and banging me back down on his cock. With each downward plunge, he lifted on his knees grinding his pelvis against my clit.
He sucked on my tongue hard, and shouted when I tilted my hips, pressing just right on his cock.
“Shit!” he hollered when I didn’t stop. “Fuck yes, darlin’.”
He gripped me tighter and slammed me harder and I groaned, throwing my head back. Our shouts of pleasure and demands co-mingled, becoming one until he dropped a hand between our bodies and roughly flicked my clit.
I froze.
Then jolted, arching so hard we fell back as my scream filled the night air.
Brent didn’t miss a beat as my channel pulsed and milked his cock, my body liquefying, floating away inside a shining torrent of ecstasy. He roared, tossing his blond head back, neck muscles corded, driving harder and faster. Rhapsody was my pulse, exhilaration my air, as his body tensed. He hammered one last time, bumping my cervix, his cock lodging behind it as he shuddered and jerked.
Time stood still.
Choking on air, my body drifted down from rapture, trembling and utterly satisfied. Brent’s clenched muscles relaxed and he melted, folding over and landing half on me, half on the back of the couch. We gulped in air like it was going out of style. My head was still swimming when Brent pulled the afghan from the back of the couch and covered us. Swaying a smidge, he collapsed over me, using my breast as a pillow.
I passed out.
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