I tremble from the hot chill he sends through me and do exactly as he asked.
Once he’s settled between my legs, I wrap them around him so tight, quivering as his cock presses against my entrance.
“So damn wet for me. It never gets old.” His eyes are glazed with lust.
“All for you.”
He makes a low noise then, no warning before his hips move with one purpose.
Brady groans as he pushes inside me, pulling a few noises from me as I remember how big and punishing his dick really is.
So full.
So stretched beyond belief.
So very right.
I throw my head back with a moan that urges him on.
His thrusts come with this brutal rhythm, intense and unshakable, unstopping for anything. I’m not ashamed to say I lose it in record time.
My fingernails dig into his back, urging him on, faster and faster as I rake them down his skin.
Deeper, deeper.
Give. Me. More.
His flesh knows the words I never speak. He props my legs up over his shoulders, opening me fully.
“You are an addiction. A deadly fucking habit I’ll never dream of quitting,” he growls, driving into me faster.
It’s actually crazy how close I am already.
When my hand moves down, searching for my clit, he knocks it away, replacing it with his own. And he’s totally justified.
He’s learned my body so well he knows exactly how to touch me.
What I need.
When I need it.
And it’s not long before I feel the mother of all o’s building again.
His pace quickens, an onslaught meant to leave me in burning pieces.
His hand doesn’t stop, though. His fingers find my clit and circle in perfect time to his thrusts, fucking one gasp after the next out of me.
Then he rests his forehead on mine, his strokes slowing but coming fiercer.
“Never leave me, Sass. Never again,” he whispers.
“Never!” My breath hitches.
“I don’t want this to end.”
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him against me, skin to skin. Even if he wanted, he can’t escape.
“Don’t worry, it won’t.” I bite his ear.
