And even though I’ve just come, I want it too.
I shift, looking behind me, reaching for him. His cock jerks in my hand.
“Brady.” One word. His name becomes a prayer.
There’s the harsh sound of fabric sliding as he kicks off his jeans and boxers, and then the hot velvet of his cock presses against my pussy. Just the tip.
Oh God.
Oh God!
“Next time, I’ll make you ride me to the damn moon and back,” he promises.
I shiver at the implication that this won’t be the only time. That he’s only just getting started with me.
But after a frantic heartbeat, he pushes inside me with one brute thrust, and I arch my back. I cry out as delirium takes hold.
Holy shit! The fullness is overwhelming.
The stretch burns my inner walls.
And he’s going deeper.
Deeper.
Undaunted, he groans, bending down to kiss my shoulders. His arm wraps around my waist, fusing me to him.
I relish the sensation so much I don’t care if I have to breathe through the harsh pressure of having him inside me, almost buried to the hilt.
“Easy, Sass,” he murmurs.
All it takes is a few seconds before the shock and discomfort turn to pleasure again.
“Do it,” I spit, arching my neck. “Be rough with me. Take my hair in your fist. Fuck me like it counts.”
The palm of his hand slides up my back, the softest feather caress before my hair finds his fist.
He makes a guttural noise as he pulls.
Yesss.
“More, more,” I plead.
He draws back, though, holding my head up, tugging on my scalp and adding another sensation that blurs the line between pain and pleasure.
Then he thrusts back inside me, not stopping until he bottoms out.
Another liquid moan floods out of me.
His dick is everything, and so is that attitude.
Nothing else matters.
I want everything Brady Pruitt has to give me with that pummeling cock.
Just like this, holding me still, obeying the command of my body.
I want to be his undoing.
