Page 43 of Depraved

She needs pleasure, too, and I have no desire to torment her. I touch her inner thighs, and I find wetness that’s slicker than the water. She gasps at the first brush of my thumb over her clit, and her hips rock towards my hand.

I don’t tease her; I give her more of what she wants. I can never deny her anything.

I slide two fingers into her tight channel, keeping my thumb on her clit. Her grip tightens on my cock, and I hiss a strained breath as I tamp down a rush of bliss.

I won’t come undone before she does. She’ll see stars before I allow myself release.

“Say my name,” I murmur between hungry kisses.

Her lashes flutter with a rush of pure pleasure, but her gaze is steady on mine. “Brandon.”

“Good girl. I want to hear you scream it when you come for me.”

“Brandon…” This time, it’s a breathy whimper.

I tweak her nipple in rebuke and thrust my fingers deeper inside her, ruthlessly stimulating her g-spot.

“Brandon!”

She pumps my shaft as she hits a sudden, vicious peak, and I have to jerk my hips away from her before I spill my cum in her hand.

I grasp her wrists and pin them to the tiled wall above her. I can’t bear her touch any longer, or I’ll climax too soon. I’m not nearly ready for this to end.

“Please,” she whispers. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you, Brandon.”

My name.

This barely feels real, like an impossible dream.

Keeping her wrists captive in one hand, I grasp her leg and urge her to wrap it around my hip. She complies beautifully, as eager to open herself to me as I am to bury my shaft in her hot cunt.

My cockhead brushes her slick opening, and I let out a guttural curse. It’s the first time I’ve felt her without a condom separating us.

This is truly our first time together: Brandon and Karolina.

Just like it was always meant to be.

I sink into her in a slow slide. Her eyes are wide on mine, and we exchange every ragged breath as I stretch her tight pussy on my dick.

When I’m fully seated inside her, I grit my teeth and hold still, reveling in her velvet heat gripping my cock. She squirms, and I tighten my grip on her wrists.

“Wait,” I growl. “I want to feel you.”

Her eyes flash with wicked delight, and her inner muscles contract around me. “Like that?”

“Fuck!” My hips thrust deeper, jarring her lithe body against the tiles.

I still instantly. “Did I hurt you?”

Her expression is open and guileless; she’s holding nothing back. “Nothing could hurt me right now. I’m with you.”

A soft, keening sound catches in my throat. The perfection of our union is so keen that it cuts at my heart. My entire body is awash with sensation, pleasure to the point of pain. This is raw and real, no masks or barriers between us.

My soul joins with hers.

“I want to hold you,” she says, tugging against my grip on her wrists.

I’ll give her anything she wants. I release her, and she wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me impossibly closer. She wraps her other leg around my hips, and I brace an arm beneath her to support her.