Page 49 of Daring Destiny
He grips my hair and holds me steady, thrusting in my mouth. “Yeah. Suck it,” he groans. His head lolls back against the pillows where he looks down at me, watching. “So fucking sexy.”
Pulling off my shorts, I toss them to the ground, straddle him and guide his thick cock to my entrance.
“Ah, yeah,” I moan when I sink down as far as I can. He fills me completely.
His hands glide from my hips, pulling up my tank top and flinging it somewhere in the room. He cups my breasts and thumbs my nipples, which are already puckered and tight. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“You’re giving me compliments ’cause I’m fucking you good.” I circle my hips in a figure eight.
“It doesn’t hurt. Seriously, though. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. Insideandout.” Brennan watches me intently as I begin to roll my hips and ride him. I brace myself with one hand on his chest and flick my clit with my finger, swaying my hips until his eyes glaze over. “Ah, fuck. Yeah. Touch yourself.” I squeeze my inner muscles against his cock and he moans, “Oh God, you’re clenching me like a fist.”
He sucks in a breath and watches me masturbate while riding and squeezing him. Without warning, he grips my wrist and brings it to his mouth where he licks and sucks each finger into his mouth. Then he takes control, sitting up straight and wrapping his arms around me.
“I fucking love you.” He holds me still as he rocks up into me, his eyes never leaving mine. “I fucking love your pussy.” His fingers circle my clit. “I love your mouth.” He nibbles on my lips. “Your tits.” He sucks on my nipple. “Most of all, I love your heart.”
Just when I think he’s going to lose control, Brennan pulls out and flips me over so my ass is barely in the air. He straddles me, presses my thighs together and slides his cock in to the hilt. He and I have fucked many times and holy hell if this isn’t the best position ever.
“Oh, my God,” I groan. “You’re so incredibly deep.”
I can’t move because he’s essentially pressing me into the mattress and holding me in place with is body. I have no complaints. I like him dominating me in the bedroom. Plus, his dick feels huger than it already is and hits my G-spot every time he thrusts.
“Is this okay?” he pants.
“Better than okay.” I grip the sheets tightly. “I can feel every ridge of your cock and you keep hitting my spot. Yeah…right there.”
“I’m gonna blow soon.” He slides his hand up my spine and back into my hair. Grips it at my nape. Pulls. Hard.
“God, yes,” I cry out, shocked at how much it turns me on.
“You like to have your hair pulled, A?” Brennan pulls a little harder.
I moan, “I guess I do.”
Then he begins to fuck me. Hard. His balls slap against my ass over and over, driving him so deep. My thighs are trembling and zings are flitting through my body.
“I’m gonna come, B. Don’t stop,” I manage to say.
“Yes. Do it. Cream all over my cock.” Brennan leans over and bites my neck near my shoulder, and that’s it. Wave after wave of pleasure overtakes my body. I clench tightly around him like I want to suck him into my body.
“Fuck,” he roars and follows me over, filling me to capacity. When he settles, Brennan collapses at my side and gathers me in his arms. “Mine.”
I flip in his arms to face him.
We stare into each other’s eyes for a long time before his lids flicker closed and he falls into a deep sleep.
I stay awake for a while longer. Nestled against him. Feeling whole because the man I love is next to me.
Wondering, though…
Why do I feel such a sense of dread?
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Brennan
Three Days Later
Something’soff.