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The feeling of her pussy stretching for me never gets old. It’s as fucking glorious as the first time, and I’m so eager to fill her that I slam her down on me so that a guttural whimper rips from her as I groan, “To the fucking heavens, Angel.”
My hands grip over her shoulders, holding her still for a beat so I can savor the ache and the tremble of her body over mine.
“Does it hurt?” I ask when Rosie gasps, her forehead pressing to mine while she desperately tries to move.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, you know it does.”
“Good.”
“So deep,” she cries into my mouth in return, her body quivering as her hands mold to my neck.
“Good.”
“Good,” Rosie echoes hoarsely, her body shuddering at the rake of my nails down her back. The sensation causing her to bear down on my cock with a grind. “You’re a monster.”
My heart is pounding hard and fast, my blood rushing through me in a scorching current that makes my cock throb for her. As much as I love teasing her, the need to fuck her until she’s screaming louder than the incoming storm is stronger. All my control couldn’t stop me from giving her what she asked me for, and as my hands grip her ass, spreading her open for me, I buck deeper into her.
“Fuck, Brody!” she yells, her thumbs pressing to the bottom of my jaw in a way that feels like her short nails might pierce my skin. The bite of pain rushes through me, twisting at my insides until the only thing I can do is fuck her without thought or reason.
Tightening my grip on her ass, I fuck her greedy cunt with my cock. Over and over to her breathless, panted curses. The slap of our flesh gets louder along with her consuming cries. I want to hold on. To keep fucking and fucking. There’s nothing I want more than to destroy her for any other man. I want to be her only release. The only one who can satisfy her need and stoke her lust. I want her to be mine. Only mine.
“Brody!” she cries louder, and gluttonous as I am for her, I drink it down before the night can steal it from me.
“Take what you want, Angel,” I groan into her mouth as her body bows, desperately seeking her release.
I’ve never known anything or anyone to be so fucking beautiful. Long, wild tresses cascade around her slender body. My t-shirt does nothing to hide her ample tits or her small waist. I’m completely entranced as my body coils tighter and tighter with her heightening cries and the choking clench of her cunt around my cock.
The thunder cracks closer and louder, the lightning strobing across her freckled skin like a heavenly kiss that I want to erase with my lips—because she’s mine. Whether or not Rosie knows it, she belongs to me now. I am the only one who will kiss her lips and taste her sweat-slicked skin. I’m the only one who will fuck her and my name is the only one she will ever scream with her release.
Licking my fingers on one hand, I wrap my other arm around her waist. She’s close, her pussy is squeezing my cock so tight that the pain is overwhelming with every stroke.
“Oh God,” she sputters when my fingers find her clit and her entire body rolls with a shudder.
“My name,” I growl, pinching the stiff nub.
“Fuck!”
With a hard smack to her pussy, I bark louder, “My fucking name, Rosie.”
I don’t care if it’s a scream or a whisper, as long as it’s my name on her lips, mind, and every fucking echo of her heart and soul when she comes.
“My name,” I groan over her lips as she brings herself flush to me again. Our foreheads pressing together with her gaze burning into mine and her arms wrapped tight around my shoulders. “My name.”
Rosie nods, gasping as I take over and work her body over my cock at the same time as my fingers circle her clit. Long, slow strokes that have her crying out in ecstasy. With every thrust, I fuck her deeper. Every flex of my hips pushes out another breath from her lungs.
“Brody,” Rosie murmurs over my mouth, her thighs opening wider as her cunt clenches impossibly tighter, sucking me deeper as she shatters for me. Over and over again. Until every echoing quiver of her orgasm pulls at mine. I fill her with jets of my cum.
“Brody,” she moans my name against my lips, her eyes on mine, and her heart thumping against my chest.
It’s the only thing I hear above my pounding pulse and rushing blood and the surrounding storm.
The first heavy drops of rain spatter on the windshield as we pull up to Rosie’s place. Dry storms are a completely new phenomenon to me, something that clearly amuses Rosie.
“I told you we had time,” she snickers at me when I cut the engine and we sit watching the lonely drops grow heavier and faster. The sound of them hitting the chassis drowns out her chortle.
“Yeah, okay, smartass. Not everyone has a degree in the weather systems of ass-fuck nowhere.”
“And pussy-screw?” Rosie asks, head tilting to the side as her eyes rove down my bare chest to my shorts.
