I gasp at the depth he’s able to achieve with just one purposeful stroke of his hand.
“You’re so wet for me…” Brody’s words come out gruff. Heady. Reverent. He propels his fingers in and out of me like his arm’s motorized.
The sensation is too amazing to fight.
Fuck.My head’s swimming.
This feels world-ending, ground-shaking, hips-rocking good.
No. No, no, no.
Things weren’t supposed to get this far.
This is all wrong. This man is my captor. My kidnapper.
So why do I think he’s hotter by the second?
I’m losing the plot. I’m losing myself.
A long whine escapes my mouth as his fingers thrust into me over and over. Heat pulses through me, blazing hot enough to burn the house to the ground.
My nails dig into Brody’s wide, broad shoulders. Braced against him for dear life, I hang on as he fucks my pussy by hand.
He presses his forehead against mine. “You coming for me, Trinity?”
“No…” My own breathless response jars me. “No way.”
My resistance surprises even me. I’m not sure how to summon the strength to deny him.
But I will.
His mouth and hands may be magic, but I haven’t forfeited this battle yet, and I don’t plan to.
No matter what happens, I refuse to let him push me over the edge.
I won’t allow him to finish me.
He may have gotten me into this mess, but I’m going to get myself out. Even if it means fighting fire with fire.
I drop my hand to his loose waistband.
In seconds, my fingertips find his thick, meaty cock.
Hot. Stiff. Pulsating.
Couldn’t miss it, even if I were trying to.
Slowly, I wind my fingertips around the warm skin of his dick and gently stroke him. I’ve never handled anything so militant and yet also delicate before.
But I must be doing something right.
A moan of epic proportions barrels up Brody’s throat and straight out of his mouth.
I knew he was pent up.
His fingers falter mid-thrust as I vary my speed and grip on his smooth skin. I can already feel the strain of this motion in my muscles.
He’s got all the power and force of a machine built into his arms.
