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“You really are beautiful…all these freckles,” he hums, eyes tracing over my face to my shoulders and leaning back to glance down my body. “Like gold dust.”
“Brody,” I groan as his hands trail down the length of my arms. My body is trembling and my heart is pounding. There’s nothing I want more than for him to make good on his promise and fuck me senseless.
True to his cocky bastard attitude, he leans in with his eyes locked on mine and licks through the valley of my breasts. Slow enough that the scratch of his stubble sends fissures of needy pain to my core.
“So damn pretty.”
“God, you’re in my panties already.” My tortured growl only makes his grin broader.
“Not yet.”
“And whose fault is that?” I snap, trying to drop my arms, but he tightens his grip around my elbows so that my body arches to his instead with my efforts.
“You teased me long enough, Angel.” The rumble of his taunting laugh does everything but ice the inferno growing inside me. With another lazy grind of his hips, he scoffs, “I always give as good as I get.”
Before I can argue, Brody’s sucking at the top of my breasts. The more I writhe into him, the harder he sucks and nips. Tugging the cups of my bra down with his teeth so he can tease my nipples with the same relentless vigor as he was devouring the surrounding flesh.
I can’t take it anymore. Not when I can feel his cock hard and ready to fuck me, as my pussy is wet and clenching, desperate to fuck him. Lust blackened eyes flash to mine as I pant my pleas for him to fuck me to the heavens.
I don’t care what I have to do anymore as I yank my arms free, wrapping one around his shoulders. Clawing my nails into him for purchase while I fumble to unbuckle his belt with my other hand.
Brody drops his hands to my ass as he backs into the open-plan living area and I manage to direct him to my bedroom in between gasps for breath. The instant I can unbutton his jeans, I slip my hand inside. Holy Christ, he’s thick, hot and throbbing in my hold, and I just want him. I need him.
“Fuck me…now, Brody,” I pant into his gaping mouth as he sets me on my feet beside my bed. “Please, fuck me?”
The instant I ask, he pulls my hand from his cock and pushes me down onto the bed without warning or trepidation. I’m watching as he saunters closer and tugs my Converse off my feet, followed by my socks. With my bra around my waist, he watches my tits intently while peeling off my panties.
The entire time he’s stripping off his clothes, I’m enthralled by the way his body moves. Every muscle tensing, bulging, and relaxing sinuously as he crawls onto the bed. Trailing his hands over my legs, he parts them wider and hooks my thighs over his defined hips. I can’t resist the urge to trail that deeply etched V when he strokes his length, thumbing his glistening tip with a groan.
“You want it,” I breathe, shuffling closer so that his knuckles stroke through my slit with every pump of his cock. “You want to fuck me, Hotshot, as bad as I want you to.”
“You wanted me to kiss you as much as I wanted to kiss you, too.”
“Tit for tat…that’s your game?” With my hand flattened to his stomach, I dig my nails into the slabs of muscle.
I’ve seen it all before, but feeling it—feeling his body thrumming with need and the heat of it seeping into mine, is something else. It’s consuming and the more of him I feel, the more I want, making my attraction to him terrifying.
“I don’t play games,” Brody states, lowering himself over me.
His hands brace on either side of my head before he dips down and nips the tip of my nose. The action is playful, and as hot and bothered as I am—my brain and body are all worked up for him in every way they shouldn’t be—something inside me stirs.
It’s a light bite followed by a lighter peck of his lips, it makes my insides tug and my heart stutters in that moment when he’s looking down at me. Dark eyes boring into mine as he eases inside me. For that instant, everything fades. The world stills. Even though my lungs are burning and my chest is squeezing tight…I can breathe.
“Fuck, Angel, you feel so damn good,” Brody says through gritted teeth as he edges out, pushing back up onto his hands so he can watch himself thrust back into me.
With my hands clutching at his arms when he pulls out again, I follow his gaze. Watching as his cock disappears inside me, stretching my pussy again and again with grunt after grunt that dissolves into my cries.
“Your cunt feels so fucking good taking my cock…so tight…”
“Fuck,” I sputter in reply as he slams home. So fucking deep that I feel him everywhere.
The pain. The spark of life—it’s electrifying as he pushes his fingers into my hair, twisting them so that my face tilts back to his. Brody watches the sweet torture as his relentless thrusts undo me. He watches like it’s the driving force of his every move.
It doesn’t matter how deep he fucks me or how good it hurts, I want more. I want him to savage me. I don’t care if he is trouble, and this is risking all that’s left of me. Feeling and breathing again is exhilarating. When he presses his body to mine, the weight of him overwhelms me as he hitches my thighs higher to his sides and fucks me deeper and harder.
My insides are coiling tight. My pussy is clenching. Every part of me is buzzing with heat and more need than I can contain.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, nipping my lip. Soft at first, but as my hands knot into his hair and his thrusts quicken, he bites harder. One of his hands is tugging my hair while the other is pressing my thigh higher.
