“Spread more for me. Want to see all of you.”
I didn’t hesitate to give him exactly what he wanted, any hint of shyness a thing of the past. He made a low, appreciative sound and leaned in. The first slow lick of his tongue had my back arching off the bed, and he groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Then he ate me like a man who’d been starved for too long—licking, sucking, and teasing until I was a panting mess.
“That’s it. Let me hear how good it feels.”
His tongue circled my clit with devastating precision, then slid lower to push inside me before returning to that sensitive bundle of nerves. Every time I cried out, he doubled down, working me with focused hunger.
One of his big hands pinned my hip to the mattress so I couldn’t squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Come on my tongue. Want to feel you fall apart for me. Give it to me, Jacqueline.”
His raspy demand pushed me over the edge. I screamed his name as the orgasm crashed over me, my thighs trembling around his head. But he didn’t ease up. He licked me through every pulse, drawing my release out until I was oversensitive.
Only when the last waves had faded did he lift his head to slide two thick fingers inside me. “One more. You’re not done yet.”
I whimpered at the stretch, but he twisted his wrist and found the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Then his thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing firm circles while he worked me with his hand.
“Fuck, look at how greedy this pretty pussy is. You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you? Gonna soak my hand.”
His dirty talk mixed with the skilled thrust of his fingers and pressure on my clit was too much. The second orgasm hit even harder than the first. My inner walls clenched on a broken moan, my body shaking as pleasure ripped through me again.
Brogan worked me through it until I was limp and panting. Only then did he slowly withdraw his fingers, bring them to his mouth, and lick them clean with a low sound of satisfaction.
I practically melted into the mattress when he knelt up between my spread thighs, the thick length of his dick heavy and flushed. He hooked my legs around his waist, the head of him nudging against my entrance as he leaned over me once more. “Need to be inside you.”
“Then take me.”
I dug my nails into Brogan’s shoulders as the slow stretch of him sliding deep stole my breath. He filled me inch by careful inch, watching my face the entire time.
My head tipped back against the pillow, and I panted, “More.”
“Meant it when I said I’d give you anything you need,” he growled before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in hard and fast.
All I could do was hold on for the ride as he set a rhythm that had the bed creaking beneath us. Every deep stroke dragged against that perfect place inside me, building the pressure all over again.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he rasped against my ear. “So tight and wet around my cock. Like this pussy was made just for me.”
His hands slid under my butt, tilting my hips so he could drive even deeper. The new angle made me see stars.
“Brogan,” I moaned his name, my nails scoring down his back as the pleasure continued to build.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice rough with strain. “Take every inch. Want you walking around tomorrow still feeling where I’ve been.”
“So close,” I gasped.
One of his hands moved between us so he could rub tight circles over my clit in time with his thrusts.
“Come on my cock,” he demanded. “Want to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart. Give it to me, Jacqueline. Now.”
The orgasm slammed into me, and I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me again. Brogan’s rhythm turned erratic for a few more powerful thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan. I felt every hot pulse as he filled me, his body shuddering against mine.
He stayed deep inside me as we both caught our breath, one big hand stroking my hair back from my damp face. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were softer than I’d ever seen them.
He pressed a kiss against my lips. “All fucking mine.”
I was too blissed out to do anything but whisper, “Yours.”
As I lay sprawled across Brogan’s chest, still catching my breath while his big hand stroked lazily up and down my back, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. I stuck my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout when he pulled up the security camera feeds, the soft glow of the screen lighting his face.
“Really?” I teased. “You’re checking cameras right after that?”
