“Can we shower together?”
“You better believe it,” he growls and picks me up.
I cling to his enormous shoulders and get more of his rich, dirty man smell. “What is it about firemen and carrying?”
“We spend all the time training, thinking about how we’re going to rescue the woman of our dreams.”
I feel my cheeks getting hot. No way am I the woman of his dreams. No fireman dreams of divorced single mothers well into their thirties who live with their parents and get screwed over by their ex-husbands and best friends.
Still, he might be the man of mine.
Natural light floods Brady’s bathroom through tall windows overlooking a stretch of rolling forest. I strip down with my eyes on his ass and his abs and his unreal cock. I've only seen three erect penises up close and personal. The first two were nothing compared to Brady's. His is thick and long and so vertical it nearly hits his abs.
I squirm with a funny feeling of weakness and hunger. “Brady?” My voice sounds high-pitched and strained. “I want to go down on you.”
His jaw loosens. He lets out a hard breath. “Alright, then.”
I follow him into the shower and fall to my knees under the warm water.
“Sammy?” He tilts my chin upward. “Let me shower first.”
“No. I want you just like this.” I move my hands to his ass. There are so many ways I want to play with his dick, but right now, I want to feel him wholly in my mouth. I spread my lips and take him to the back of my throat.
Nearly gagging, I clutch at the skin of his ass. He groans, sending one hand to the wall like he needs support. Forcing myself to relax, I bring him to the back of my throat again. I’ve never done anything like deep throating, but with his size I have no choice.
He moves with me, thrusting like he’s fucking, but not hard enough to make me want to quit. If anything, I want more. I cup his balls in one hand and swirl my tongue around his flared head, then take him down as far as I can.
“Sammy.” He sounds like he’s in pain. “I can’t take this. I want you too fucking badly.” He groans.
Oh, his torture is my pleasure. Ignoring his plea, I suck him harder.
“Sammy, come on. You’ve got to stand up.” He rests his hand on my cheek. “Please.”
“I like when you say that word.” I stand for him.
He wraps his arms around me. "Please, can I be inside you?”
I swipe strands of wet hair from my eyes. “In here?”
He nods. “I’ll get a condom.”
“I’ve got an IUD. If you’re okay, we can do it bare.”
He searches my face. “I’ve been to the doctor plenty of times since I was with a woman who wasn’t you.”
I wrap my hand around his shaft. “Then why don’t you get inside me.”
He spins me around so my back is against his chest. “Look up me, Sammy, will you?”
I twist to meet his eyes, and he nudges my leg to the side. My pussy swells with anticipation. Crouching down, he enters me, his eyes closed, his face in a tortured pose. He moans my name and tells me how good I feel.
“Sammy,” he says, sliding his hand between my legs. “How close are you?”
“Very.”
“Good,” he purrs and circles my clit with his fingers.
I’m so full of him and full of pressure inside my cunt. My hips take on a life of their own. I squirm in his arms, but he’s relentless. I can’t keep looking back at him. I lean on his chest, my legs wilting from the way he’s directing all my blood to the place between my legs.
