Page 29 of Daring Destiny
Brennan whispered these words to me on round three, or maybe it was round four. Now, it’s on a loop in my head.
His face is currently buried in my pussy, soulful eyes peer up at me as he flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit. His fingers pump in and out, persistently stroking my G-spot.
I’ve come so much over the past twelve hours, I’ve lost count. Everything I thought I loved about sex is out the window. The things Brennan has done to my body have exceeded anything I’ve experienced by tenfold. In fact, I can’t even remember making love to anyone but him.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.” I buck against his mouth. “I’m coming.Ahhhhhh. Oh shit.Ahhhhh.”
My heels dig into the mattress as, once again, my body gives in. My arm flops over my eyes. I’m spent. Every nerve ending in my pussy is so over-sensitized, but I’m not gonna make him stop. It’s too mind-blowing. I’m addicted to this.
Brennan crawls up my body and settles in beside me. His arm slips around my waist as he pulls me close, chin resting lightly on my shoulder. I feel his breath soft against my skin.
He doesn’t say a word, but the way his hand traces gentle circles on my back makes me feel like he’s holding all the broken parts of me together without even realizing it. In his arms, the world fades away, and I feel whole—safe, cared for, and completely loved.
I’ve never been with a man who gives more than he takes.
If I’m not careful, I’ll get used to this.
His monster cock digs into my hip. There’s no way I can fuck him again because I’m sore and stretched and satiated. I want Brennan to feel the same way.
Skimming my hand down his thigh, I grip him, still fascinated at how extraordinarily huge he is. The man has a mythical unicorn cock and he knows precisely how to use it. “I’m not usually into giving head but I want to taste you. Will you show me how you like it?”
“Uh…” His breath catches. “You think I’d say no?”
If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t offer. I’ve never been a fan of sucking cock because past boyfriends expect it. I hate it when guys want to fuck your face and make you gag. It’s not for me. With Brennan, though, I think it’ll be different.
“Good. Let me taste you.” I swear his dick jolts at my offer. I stroke up and down his shaft and bend down and guide his tip to my lips. “Just don’t choke me, I’m not a fan.”
“I wouldn’t.” Brennan caresses the back of my head as he rolls onto his back.
My lips stretch around his girth and my tongue swirls around tentatively. He tastes a bit sweet, a bit salty and…clean. There’s no funk or unpleasant bitterness. Hmmm. I like this. I hollow my cheeks out and suction all around him.
When he pulls out abruptly, it takes me by surprise. “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this.”
“Are you fucking serious?” He tips my chin up to look at him. “If you suck me again, I’m gonna blow.”
“So, you liked it?” I rest my head against his hand, still fondling his gorgeous cock.
He strokes my cheek. “No. I loved it. I’d be embarrassed to tell you the number of times I’ve fantasized about it.”
My pussy clenches. Hefantasizedabout me? Multiple times?
All I want to do now is make his fantasy a reality. I guide him back into my mouth, keeping eye contact while I experiment. Sucking. Licking. Swirling. Different pressure. Fast and wet. Slow and gentle. I’msointo this. Watching his every reaction. Each sigh. Groan. Wince. We’re connected so intently, like nothing I’ve ever allowed myself to experience.
“I’ve held back as long as I can, A. I’m gonna come.” He taps my shoulder but it’s too late. “Sorry.Aghhhhh.”
Brennan’s hips buck into my mouth and his creamy ejaculation coats my tongue and slides down my throat. I swallow it all and savor every salty-sweet drop. I’m proud. It’s me who’s made him feel such intense pleasure.
His eyes are slack with happiness as he watches me suck lightly on his crown. One finger twirls a lock of my hair, the other caresses my cheek.
It’s clear how much I’ve pleased him.
God, this is everything I’ve always wanted.
Stop it. Don’t get ahead of yourself.
When he eventually softens, I climb back up and he lifts his arm so I can slip in against his side. His chest rises and falls steadily as his breathing returns to normal. There’s something lingering in the air—unspoken, but tangible.
We’ve been up all night exploring each other’s bodies with abandon, not taking time to overthink. The shift from friends to lovers is unfolding in real-time.