No man had ever looked at her the way he was. No man had ever made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in existence. She wasn’t sure whether it was intentional on his part, but she would never forget this moment for as long as she lived. Because it was then that her love for him became a palpable thing.
This wasn’t merely sex. Not for her. She’d had that before. The only sex thing. Pleasure for the sake of pleasure. But this … it was far more intense. The sensations were heightened because it wasn’t merely physical. Every part of her—heart, body, soul—was alive to feel everything. She would keep pretending it was only physical so she didn’t scare him off, but this was so much more.
This was everything.
“Oh, fuck,” his head tipped back. “Your pussy’s so fuckin’ tight.”
His cock filled her, stretched her while his vulgar words caused tremors to erupt.
Brady grabbed her hips and held her still once he was fully seated inside her. Reilly groaned. She wanted to move. She wanted to feel every inch of him inside her.
“Let me ride your cock,” she pleaded, meeting his heated stare, holding it. “Let me,Mr. McCord.”
He groaned again, and his grip loosened on her hips, but he didn’t drop his hands. Instead, he began guiding her. Forward, back. The momentum increased until she was lifting and lowering, fucking herself on him. He never let go, urging her up and jerking her down, giving her everything she needed.
When her legs grew weak, Brady rolled, his cock lodged deep inside her. And then she was beneath him, her leg propped up by his hand as he drilled her at an angle.
“Look at me,” Brady growled roughly.
Reilly opened her eyes, searching his face, falling deeper and deeper every second. She prayed he couldn’t see that this was so much more than what she’d pretended it to be, but not because she wanted it to be a secret. She wasn’t willing to do anything that would make this stop. If he needed her to remain aloof about it, she would. Just as long as he never stopped fucking her.
“That’s it, sweet baby,” he said, leaning down so his mouth was near hers as he slowed his pace, a beautifully brutal thrust that morphed into an equally delectable retreat.
“Brady…”
He smiled. “Let it feel good.”
“It does … too good.”
“Never. It only gets better.”
He was right. It did.
Brady punched his hips forward, slamming into her. Reilly cried out, dragging her nails down his back as ecstasy flooded her system.
“Do it again.”
He slammed in again.
“Oh, yesssss.”
Again.
“Brady…”
Again.
“Oh, God … I’m so close.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, holding on as he rocked her into sweet oblivion, shaking her body with every punishing thrust of his hips. It was perfection.
“I want to feel you come,” he whispered, his eyes peering into hers, seeing deep into her soul. “Come for me, Reilly. Come all over my cock.”
She gasped and moaned as he took her right to the precipice, then let her drift there for several seconds before he drove her right over the cliff. Reilly cried out as the orgasm ripped through her entire being. She felt it everywhere, radiating from her core and out through her fingers and toes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled as he stilled, his hips jerking as he came with her.
