“Yes,” she says, her voice breathy and eager. “I can take it, Brewer.”
A growl escapes my throat as I run my hands over her gorgeous curves, gripping her waist tight as I move faster. She’s squirming beneath me, moaning as my cock slaps into her, our bodies meeting with a wet smack.
“Oh God,” Josie sobs, raking her hands through my hair. “Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping ‘til you come all over me, sugar.”
Her muscles squeeze me tight, tugging on my shaft as I pound her into the mattress. Every thrust draws a groan from my lips, pleasure sizzling through my veins, driving me wild.
“Good girl. Take me just like that.”
Josie shudders. She looks so sexy with my cock inside her—eyes molten, plump lips parted, head thrown back. Without slowing my rhythm, I draw back just enough to see the place our bodies meet. My shaft is coated in cream, Josie’s tight pink hole stretched around me as I pull out nearly all the way. When only the tip of my cock is left inside her, I thrust forward hard, a growl tearing from my throat as Josie cries out.
“Brewer!”
The sound of her screaming my name almost drags me over the edge, and I clench my jaw, trying to breathe through it. Josieneeds to come first. I need to make this perfect for her, so I fight back my orgasm and lean in to kiss her hard, swallowing her moans.
“You’re doing so good, beautiful,” I murmur against her lips. “So fucking good.”
She responds by bucking her hips against me, meeting my thrusts with a whimper, and I feel my control start to slip again.
“Fuck, sugar, that’s it. Keep moving like that.”
I reach behind me to grab her ankles from around my hips. Then I push her knees up to her chest, opening her up completely. It lets me drive deeper—so deep that Josie gasps, her fingers digging into my back, clinging to me for dear life.
“Oh…oh, that feels so good,” she moans, starting to tremble. “I’m so close, Brewer.”
My heart thuds. I’ve dreamed of this moment. Dreamed about being the one to make Josie fall apart. Now she’s here, writhing beneath me, taking every inch as I pump her hard, and I feel a surge of urgency. A desperate need to make my girl come.
Right now.
The last of my restraint dissolves and something raw and feral takes its place. I don’t give Josie a moment to breathe. I rut her like an animal, hips snapping, my gaze locked on her. She squeezes her eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream. I immediately growl in protest.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me, sugar. Look at me when I’m fucking you.”
She does as she’s told, and the look in her eyes sucks the breath from my lungs. She’s looking at me like I’m everything she’s ever wanted. Like she didn’t know she could feel this good. She’s panting, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps, moans reaching fever-pitch.
“Brewer—” My name breaks apart on her lips. “Oh God, I’m going to?—”
“I know. Come for me, sugar. I’ve got you.”
Her body goes taut beneath me.
Then she falls apart.
I watch hungrily, savoring every shudder, every sob, every tight clench around my cock. My eyes never leave her face, my rhythm turning jerky as I pump into her once, twice…
“Fuck, Josie?—”
I let out a guttural shout. Pleasure pulses through me in waves as I fill my girl with cum, spurting it deep inside her until I’m finally spent. All the tension drains from my body, and I collapse on the bed with a groan. I draw Josie into my arms, her back against my chest, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair as we slowly come back to ourselves.
Holy shit.
Did that just happen?
I tighten my arms around Josie, half convinced that if I loosen my grip, she’ll disappear—that I’ll wake up alone in this bed like I have every morning for forty-two years and realize this was all a dream. But she’s still here. I can feel her soft body pressing against me, hear her breathing gradually slowing down.
She’s real and she’s all mine.
