One long lick just to tease me, and then his entire face is on me. He’s messy with it, he doesn’t care if he’s loud or desperate. Heat surges in my belly. His tongue plunges into me, hot and wet, flicking slick and fast through every swollen inch.
I cry out, and my thighs tremble. He doesn’t stop, he hums into me and the vibration shoots straight up my spine and down my limbs. His hands hold my thighs open like I might escape – as if I’d ever want to.
It’s not foreplay, it’s worship.
He makes me believe I deserve it.
I drag him up and smash my mouth against his, tasting myself on his lips. He groans into the kiss, hips rocking against me, rigid and thick through his shorts. With one rough shove, he frees his hard length, grips himself, and runs his tip through the mess he made of me.
‘You ready for me?’ His voice is hoarse with need, and he’s watching me like he’s never seen anything like me before.
‘Y-yes. Brodie… Please, please. Now, n—’ I don’t get the words out before he thrusts into me, one long, slow stroke that makes me gasp.
He stills, buried to the hilt, panting, forehead against mine. ‘Oh Jesus fuck. You feel good. Too good. Always too good.’
I’m hurting a bit from the sheer size of him, and I love that feeling.
It’s the best.
He’sthe best.
And he’s wearing my shirt.
‘D-don’t stop…’ My voice is half-sob, half-snarl. ‘Want to feel you for days.’
He pushes so deep and slow, as if he’s trying to fuck the shape of himself into me. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, back arching, teeth catching on a moan, because there’s no holding on when he possesses me like this. No breathing. No thinking. Just need. Just Brodie.
He keeps his gaze anchored to mine, watching every move and shiver, and it’s almost too much. Too intimate. Too fucking perfect.
He’s holding back, like he doesn’t want to rush this. But I need him to. I want him off the leash. That’s where I love him most.
‘Holy shit, yes! Big-dick my pussy. Yes! Harder. N-need you rough!’
‘Jesus fuck Charlie. I never fucked anyone the way I fuck you.’ He growls, biting at my neck, and his strokes get rougher, slamming me against the table with enough power to make it creak. I’m too far gone to care. I’m clinging to him, legs locked around his waist. I’m close, close, close, the tension corkscrewing through my belly, begging to burst.
‘Oh, oh fuck. Brodie…Brodie, I’m coming… Oh god. Fuck, fuck, fuck.’
‘That’s it. Soak my cock. Make me a happy man.’
He slips one hand between us to press against my clit, and that’s it – I scream his name, head thrown back, and he doesn’t let up, working me through every last shudder. His hand never stops moving, dragging out the orgasm until I’m whimpering.
‘You’re so beautiful when you lose it for me. Can’t get enough of you. Never fucking will.’
One hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back enough to give him better access to my neck, and he sinks his teeth into the curve where my shoulder meets my throat.
I gasp, hips bucking against him, and he groans like he’s about to lose it right here. His gaze drops, and he watches himself sink in again and again, teeth gritted like he’s fighting off a full-body breakdown.
‘Dammit, Charlie. You feel that? How deep I am?’
I can’t form words. Just cling to him, arching into his hands. His rhythm stutters. He’s right on the edge.
I reach up and cup his jaw. ‘Eyes on me, Brodie.’
God, he’s stunning like this. Sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead, eyes blazing with love.
I clench around him on purpose. He hisses.
‘That’s it, Brodie. You feel so good like this. Let go for me. Come in me. Need to feel it. To feel…you.’
