I hooked her leg over my hip and pushed back inside her and watched her mouth fall open on a silent exhale. Found a rhythm that was deep and unhurried, nothin' like the frantic pace we'd kept before. She arched up into me on every stroke, fingers diggin' into my back, and I pressed my forehead against her temple and just felt it—felther—for a long, stupid, reckless moment.
"Oh, god, Brody." My name from her mouth like that. Low and unguarded. "So good."
"So fuckin' good, baby."
Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer instead of pushin' me away, and somethin' in my chest cracked open, quiet and clean, like a window lettin' in the first cool air after a long summer.
I slid a hand between us, pinchin' her clit and her hips bucked up sharp.
"Fuck," she screamed.
"That's it, viper," I coaxed, circlin' my thumb against the hard bud. "Come for me."
She shattered underneath me seconds later with her face pressed into my neck, my name bitten off against my skin. The pulsing warmth of her milked my cock for everything it was worth. With a few quick, hard thrusts, I followed her into orgasmic oblivion with my arms wrapped around her and my face buried in her hair.
We lay there after, tangled up and breathin' hard, the apartment quiet around us.
After a long moment, she said, "You're really fucking heavy, ya know?"
I chuckled. Hadn't realized I'd been givin' her all my weight. Shoulda, though. Been givin' her my everything since the moment I met her. "Shit, sorry."
Pressin' up on my hands and knees, I slipped my dick out from inside her. What happened next was well and truly outta my control. I watched my cum slowly leak out from her pussy. Stared as it dripped down into the crack of her ass. Mesmerized.
It wasn't the first time I'd gone bare—done it plenty with Sass. But somethin' about my cum between the ass cheeks of this smart-mouthed, vicious vixen that turned sweet and soft for me had me downright fuckin' feral.
"Brody?"
Barely registered her voice as I reached out and used two fingers to swipe through the mess I'd made of her and shoved it all right back in.
"Brody!" Musta shocked the shit outta her because she tensed. But as I fucked her slow with my fingers, savoring the slickness of our combined releases, her body went limp. I curled my fingers just right, relentlessly strummin' the sweet spot that had Calvin's back archin' off the couch. I pumped in and out of her, faster and harder until she was screamin'. "Shit! Fuck!"
"Yeah, that's it, viper. Give it to me."
Her orgasm hit hard, suckin' my fingers deeper inside her but I didn't let up, fucking her through it as she gushed and squirted all over my hand. Sexiest thing I'd ever witnessed in my thirty-five years. She squirmed, probably over-sensitive. But I wasn't done. Needed more. More of this, more of her. Justmore, more, more.
I slipped my fingers out and she whimpered, but it quickly morphed into a gasp when I palmed her inner thighs to spread her wide enough that one leg hooked over the back of the couch and the other was planted flat on the floor. I dipped down and lapped at her pussy, lickin' and suckin', not givin' two fucks that I was likely suckin' up my own cum in the process. She'd made a mess of herself, of me, of the damn couch. But she tasted so fuckin' good. I wanted to drown in her.
Her thighs shook under my hands. I peeked up at her from my place of worship between her legs to see her head pressed back into the cushions, dark hair fanned out around her. Perfectly plush lips parted on a silent scream when I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. Hard. Again and again and again until her whole damn body went rigid and then convulsed, more of her sweetness pourin' out against my lips, my tongue, my chin.
I savored every last drop.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Feral Brody washot as hell.
Who knew one man could wring so many orgasms out of a woman in such a short span. Guess I'd never stuck around long enough to find out. Hell, a girl could get used to that kind of worship.
But then it hit me all at once.
Like my body just… quit. One second I was floating, loose and boneless, riding the tail end of something spectacular. The next, I was too aware of everything. My thighs twitched. My nerves felt fried raw, like even the air against my skin was too much. I couldn't tell if I was overheated or freezing.
My breathing wouldn't settle. Too fast, then too shallow, like my lungs forgot how to do their job.
And my head?—
Christ on a cracker.
It went dead quiet for a split second. No noise, no past, no running. Just… nothing.
