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“Please, what?” he asked, his voice demanding and rough.
“I want you,” I answered, kissing him again.
He groaned into my mouth, leaving me only long enough to get on a condom. He returned, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same time his cock thrust into me.
My head fell back as I gasped, but I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pumped into me.
“God, Wes,” I moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
He pumped into me harder. “Fuck, Brynn,” he said, his hands tight on my hips as he pounded into me. “I’ve needed to feel you wrapped around my cock all fucking day.”
Flames flickered beneath my skin, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me. I let go, giving him all the control and access he needed, relishing the way he felt inside me. God, I’d never get enough of him. He stroked places I never knew I had with his cock, his tongue, his mouth,allof him.
I kissed him, then moved to his jaw, the shell of his ear. I took it between my teeth and bit, and he groaned and jerked into me harder. I gasped, lightning zapping up my spine at the sensation. “Yes, God, just like that,” I moaned against his skin, kissing everywhere I could touch.
“Fuck, Brynn,” he growled, upping his pace, driving into me harder, each time hitting my oversensitive clit.
He pulled away slightly, using his leverage on me to lean me back just enough for him to see where we connected. His features were purely primal as he watched himself pump into me, and it made my entire body clench around him.
“Wes,” I breathed his name, my second release building, twisting inside me.
He slowed immediately, his eyes locking with mine as he dragged his cock in and out of me.
I gasped, my chest heaving and my body trembling as he held me in anticipation. I tried to move against him, tried to buck my hips to take what I needed, but he held me so tightly I couldn’t. Excitement whirled inside me, the effects of hanging on the edge of release making me slightly dizzy.
Weston grinned at me, the smile almost animalistic as he leaned over me, his lips brushing mine. “Brynn,” he said, slowly rocking into me. Each stroke was like a match to kindling, the flames brightening every time.
“Yes?” I whispered, barely able to think around the way he was making me feel—all tight and hot and on edge.
He thrust into me a little harder.
“Be a good girl,” he said, and my body was on fucking fire. “And come on my cock.”
He pounded into me then, snapping the slow pace in the span of a heartbeat. The switch was exhilarating and shattered me into a million pieces. I clung to him as I came, my thighs clenching around his hips so tight he had to fight through it to maintain his relentless pace, stroking one orgasm right into another before he found his release inside me.
I fell against him, my head over his shoulder, my body limp with pleasure as we both came down.
Weston planted kisses down my neck and over my lips as my shivers subsided and my breathing evened out. Gently, he slipped out of me, returning quickly to clean us both up before he scooped me off the island and cradled me to his chest.
He walked us to his bedroom before gently laying me down. My muscles were weak and happy and so damn relaxed. “Now,” he said after he’d gotten me settled. “Let’s get some food in you.” He grinned down at me where he had his phone in his hands, assumingly to order in. “You’re going to need it before round two.”
My lips parted, my body already flushed from what he’d just done to me. Anticipation spiraled down my spine, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “You are the perfect man.”
WESTON
“And I disagree,” Brynn said from where she sat at the head of the conference room table.
All eyes lobbied back to me, where the staff had been witnesses to a disagreement Brynn and I were having. Which might’ve been the first one in weeks, since we’d been living in an ecstasy-like bliss since we agreed to be together.
But this wasn’t about where we were going to eat for dinner or how long I was going to wind her up before finally making her come.
This was business, and she above all people wanted me to treat her like I would anyone else when it came to the business side of things. Still, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d be paying for this later.
“We need two presentations,” I said for the fifth time this meeting. “It’s reckless to prepare just one. This is Nike. We need to see at minimum two presentations with different viewpoints before we can decide which one to present to Nike—”
“The CEO heading up this product launch has already contacted me personally to say she’s loving the test campaigns we’ve sent her.”
I smiled at the fire in her eyes, but did my best to separate the need it had swelling in my veins. “Which is a great thing,” I said. “But it’s not a definite sell. We can’t rely on early optimism. We have to keep working every angle we can until we land the brand.”