She moaned and begged as I fucked her, quickening the rhythm with each demanding stroke.
My balls tightened and pleasure prowled up and down my spine.
A buzz that rushed across my flesh.
“The sight of you like this. Taking my cock the way you were meant to do. So perfect. Way you fit me. The way you take me. You are everything. Everything, baby.”
The praises toppled from my mouth as I gave her my sheer and utter truth.
This woman who’d crashed into my world and grabbed my heart with a glance.
And I knew there wasn’t a single thing that I wouldn’t do for her.
I’d give it all.
Give her my life because she’d given mine back to me.
My spirit alive and screaming out for hers.
That energy twisted around us and wrapped us in chains that I didn’t want to be free of.
I leaned over her, taking a fistful of her hair and angling her head around so I could get to that hot mouth.
We clashed in a reckless kiss that equaled the mayhem of my thrusts.
Both of us devolving into an erratic urgency that promised we were never going to get enough.
“So good. Such a good girl. My perfect girl. My match. Wildfire.”
I could feel her getting close.
The way she tightened and a shimmery sheen of ecstasy glimmered from her skin.
“Give it to me, Brinley. Give it to me.”
She split with a guttural moan, and an earthquake rocked through her body.
“King.”That nickname serrated from her tongue.
She might have called me king, but I was the one who was kneeling at her feet.
She throbbed and spasmed around me as an orgasm tore through her body, her arousal slick and hot and dragging me right toward ecstasy.
Pleasure blinding as I stroked twice more before I exploded.
Our tongues tangled as I poured into her.
The bliss that she ignited in my veins and streaked out to touch every place that once was vacant.
Warming all the hollow places.
I kept kissing her mad, needing her close. For her to understand what she’d done to me. That she’d changed me. Opened my eyes. Filled the holes that only she could fit.
“Made for me,” I mumbled into the kiss. A kiss that slowed as the aftershocks twitching between us faded.
“Made for me,” she whispered back, and I was gathering her up in my arms and carrying her to my shower. Flipping it on and letting it warm before I stepped inside.
Intent on taking care of my girl. Adore her like I promised.
