Page 82 of Rush

He slams into me from behind in one hard, deep thrust, burying himself.

Finally.

“Fuck!”

My eyes rolling back as he fills me—so deep, so full—I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t stop.

The stretch is exquisite, pain laced with pleasure as I clench around him.

Broderick groans, his hand sliding up to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back as he starts to thrust deep and rough, each snap of his hips making me cry out.

“This what you wanted, huh?” he pants, fucking me harder, making the bed creak under us. “Wanted to tease me? Get me worked up? Act like a little brat?”

“Y-yes,” I gasp, rocking back into him, desperate for more.

“I’m going to have fun breaking you in,” he says, his hand tangling tighter in my hair, pulling my head back so I’m arching for him, taking him deeper.

“Not…if I break you first.”

He spanks me hard, and I scream, the heat radiating from my ass cheek almost sending me over the edge.

“Well, now you’re gonna take everything I give you,” he grunts.

And God, I do.

I spasm around him. “You’re so fucking tight, El—you’re gonna make me bust before I’ve had time to enjoy this perfect little cunt.”

My knees quiver, and the moan that escapes my lips is animalistic.

He pounds me so hard into the bed, I’m sure there will be an imprint left there. Every filthy word he whispers, every sharp slap of his hand, makes me moan louder than I want to admit.

My body trembles, gasping, falling apart for him.

“Brody—please—” I whimper, already teetering on the edge.

“Please what, baby?” He thrusts harder, deeper, grinding into that spot that makes me see stars.

“Don’t stop.” My nails clawing at the sheets.

“Oh, I’m not stopping until I get my fill of you.”

His hand slides between my thighs, rubbing tight, steady circles over my clit while he slams into me.

The sound of us echoes off the hotel walls—skin on skin, sharp, relentless. The neighbors can probably hear, but in this moment I don’t care.

My mind is scrambled, fucked into perfect submission by this beast of a man. When Broderick said he liked it rough, I had no idea, sex could bethis. This primal. Carnal. Raw. In every sense.

The sensation builds inside me, unbearable as he drives into me, his skilled fingers rubbing me with ruthless precision.

“You’re so fucking wet—who knew you were a gusher.”

His words tip me over. Heat scorching my veins, ecstasy flooding every nerve.

“Brody—fuck…Broderick!”

Burying my head into the bed, muffling myself as my body shatters around him. My orgasm ripping through me, violent and consuming, leaving me trembling, gasping for air, my arousal streaming down my thighs.

Which splashes all over us with each thrust as he groans and grips my hips tighter using me to find his own release. Then with a final grind, he calls out my name, holding me steady, both of us falling apart together.