Page 37 of Wicked Rush

“But we just met,” she answered breathlessly.

“True but sometimes the strength of a relationship isn’t measured in time.” Lars lifted her upward. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”

“But I want…”

“This isn’t about what you want, Brae. This is about what you need. You want to close your eyes? Keep them closed now. You can’t see me but you’re going to feel every last bit of me,” he promised.

“Lars,” she breathed as the tip of his cock probed her entrance. Braelynn pressed backwards, attempting to force his hand. A slap to her other cheek rewarded her efforts and she cried out in pleasure, the pain only causing her to ache even more.

“Braelynn…something about you,” he grunted, “ah fuck, don’t move.”

She moaned as he released her, the loss of his touch unbearable. The sound of the crinkling foil reminded her how reckless she’d been. She would have fucked him without regard to protection and not given a shit. No, she wanted him deep inside her, and with death and danger looming over her, nothing mattered but Lars.

“Good girl,” he praised, his warm hands returning to her skin.

Her head lolled forward as she presented her ass to him. She shivered as his hand ran over her cheek, teasing the cleft.

“Please, I need you. I need this,” Braelynn begged in anticipation.

“Rewards for trust,” Lars grunted as he plunged inside her tight channel.

“Ah, yes, yes…oh wait.” A delightful twinge rocked through her. She took a deep breath, releasing it as her core adjusted to his size.

“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he told her, withdrawing and sliding deep inside again without waiting.

Braelynn relaxed into him as he began a slow rhythm in and out of her. While she desperately wanted to look into his beautiful eyes, her body seized with pleasure, his fingers grazing through her folds. As they circled her swollen nub, she cried out, her orgasm building.

“You feel so damn good,” he praised her.

“Fuck. Ah. Me.” She responded to each strong thrust, his flesh pounding against hers. His relentless touch to her clit became more than she could bear. She lost control. A scream tore from her lips as her release slammed into her. With tendrils of ecstasy threading through her body, her quivering pussy milked his cock.

“Yeah, ah, you’re killin’ me.” Lars stilled his movement. “Don’t…just…”

“So good, so good,” she repeated, her hips tilting into his hand. In the haze of her release, she slowly became aware of his thumb trailing down the crease of her ass. As it dipped further, she sucked a deep breath, as his finger circled her rosebud.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” His seductive voice danced in her ears. She relaxed as he entered a tip inside her tight hole. “Have you ever been fucked here?”

Braelynn had craved for a man to touch her the way he did, but the embarrassment of admitting her secrets kept her in silence. Her bottom wiggled into his touch, and she gave a soft moan of approval.

“You do enjoy this. Ah, how did I know that?” Lars slowly withdrew and pressed inside her again.

His finger teased deep inside her back hole. With each deepening thrust from his cock, his thumb worked in tandem. Braelynn clutched at the sheets accepting every brutal stroke. Overwhelmed with sensation, she panted for breath. She’d never allowed another man to take her from behind, had never trusted anyone, but losing herself to Lars came easily. As his other hand moved to her breast, giving a pinch to her stiff nipple, the delicious sting sent her over the edge. Braelynn buried her face into the pillow, coming hard. Trembling, she repeated his name, barely cognizant of him stiffening against her.

As his climax tore through him, his loud cry of satisfaction echoed through the room. Braelynn tumbled forward, and his protective muscular form covered hers completely. Their slick heated bodies melded into one as they fell into a dizzying blissful haze.

Lars shifted slightly. With his chest against her back, he slung his leg and arm around her. Braelynn closed her eyes, and a rush of emotion surged through her chest. Never in her life had she let a man take her the way he’d done. Wild and rough, he’d possessed her body. But as his lips pressed to her shoulder, it reminded her that he hadn’t kissed her.

She attempted to shake the loss of intimacy. As he removed himself from inside of her, she hugged the pillow, praying she wouldn’t cry. She felt the bed move, and her stomach fell as she realized he was leaving. Stupid Braelynn. Slamming her eyelids tight, she gave a deep sigh. Just as she was about to spiral into sadness, his warmth returned, surrounding her like a blanket.

His fingers teased away the long hair, his lips peppering her neck with kisses. “Stay with me. Just this one weekend.”

“Are you giving me a choice?” she replied, a small smile on her face.

“I want to hear you say it. I can help you, and we’ll have more time.”

“I need help,” she admitted. “Lars?”

“Yes.”