He grabbed my leg, tossed it over his forearm, and then, in one violent thrust, he slammed that perfect cock inside of me.
I moaned.
My eyes stayed glued to his.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and moisture shone on his chest.
He was close.
Therefore, I bent my head and licked a trail up his sternum, along the column of his throat, and slammed my lips onto his.
Tasting me on his lips, tasting us together, I shivered.
He felt it.
He growled.
He slammed into me over and over as we kissed.
And then, when I felt it, stars started to ignite. I moved my lips away from his and locked my eyes with his.
Those whiskey-colored eyes drilled into mine.
He growled, "Let go, baby. Give me all of it.”
Like my body was waiting for his to command. I. Fucking. Ignited.
“Bronson!” I screamed as I came apart.
And then he pulled out and slammed into me one more time and stilled.
He groaned as he poured his release into me.
Then I whispered, “You know that saying?”
He breathed in and out and asked, “What, baby?”
“Couples who come together?” I teased.
He braced his hands on either side of my hips.
He winked, “Stay together.”
He bent his head and kissed me so tenderly, I almost wept from it.
And then when he pulled out of me, and looked down, “Only thing sexier than watching my cum spill out of that perfect little pussy is when you smile at me.”
Oh hell. I wanted him again at those words.
I must have said them aloud because he winked, then hauled my body up and tossed it over his shoulder and strode through my house.
Moments later, I went sailing through the air to land in a bounce on my bed.
I giggled as he came down on top of me, and then in one thrust, he entered me, slow and sweet.
His lips stayed hovering over mine as he shifted his hips over and over, driving his perfect cock inside of me.
My hands roamed over his head. Loving the feel of it.
