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I’m too drunk to figure out what it all means, and I’m glad about that. I’m too drunk to think about anything other than what I need.
As soon as we’re inside the room, Brett grabs me and kisses me. The kiss is urgent this time. Heat explodes between us when our lips touch and I moan into his mouth. I grab onto his shoulders as if I’m about to lose my balance.
Brett pushes me up against the wall next to the door, his large body pinning mine, and his tongue slides into my mouth. His hands roam my body, tugging at my dress as if he can will it off me and it will be so.
Heat washes through my body and pools between my legs, and all I can think of is that I need him inside of me.
Brett has the same idea. He starts working my dress up my body, undressing me. His hands are skilled—this isn’t the first time he’s getting rid of a woman’s dress. But the way he touches me makes me ache for him either way, and his hands are hot on my skin, branding me.
He pulls my dress over my head and I’m in my lacey underwear—I’m so glad I wore the matching bra-and-panties set. He cups my breasts and grinds himself against me. His cock is hard against my stomach, echoing the desperation I feel at my core.
Brett mashes his lips against mine again, and I give myself over to him. There’s no point fighting the inevitable.
When Brett moves from my mouth to my jawline, he kisses a line of fire down my throat and onto my chest. He peels the cups away and sucks one nipple into his mouth. The other he rolls between his thumb and forefinger, and I moan. His attention sends shocks of lust to my pussy and I’m getting wetter and wetter.
Brett moves between my breasts, alternating between my nipples, and I can barely hold out. He’s good with his hands and his mouth. I’m willing to bet he’s good with his cock, too.
When he drops to his knees before me, I gasp. He closes his mouth over my pussy, his tongue rough through the lacey material when he pushes it against my clit, and I widen my stance to give him space. Brett starts licking, moving his mouth against me, and I cry out. My legs start trembling when he pays attention to my clit, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.
It only lasts a moment before Brett pulls down my panties and now he has full access. He throws my one leg over his shoulder, hand on my thigh without ceremony, and when he closes his mouth over my pussy again, his tongue is hot and slick on my clit.
He starts licking and sucking again but pushes two fingers into me while he does.
I cry out when he starts finger fucking me while he licks and sucks on my clit.
The orgasm crashes through me, and I cry out. Brett has one hand on my hip, and the other leg is still on his shoulder. If it wasn’t for that, I would have lost my balance.
When the orgasm starts to fade, I breathe hard.
Brett sits back on his knees and grins up at me.
“You’re still dressed,” I gasp.
Brett’s eyes darken. “We can’t have that.”
He pulls his shirt over his head and I stare at his chiseled body. God, he’s so fucking hot. He’s an Adonis, carved by the angels themselves and sent to Earth for mere mortals like me to fawn over.
He chuckles when he catches me staring and I blush.
When he starts working his pants down his hips, I can’t help but stare at the size of his cock when it springs free.
It’s impressive. Delicious.
Brett grabs me and lifts me up. He carries me to the bed without struggle and drops me on the mattress. I yelp, and he crawls over me, planting stray kisses on my body until he hovers over me. I unclasp my bra and throw it to the side, and now we’re both naked.
“You’re fucking incredible, Jenna,” he says.
If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought there was some kind of emotion in those words. But it’s Brett—he’s not capable of emotion. Not like that.
Brett presses his body against mine and I can feel his need for me. His erection lies thick and scalding on my stomach.
He kisses me, hands sliding slowly down my body. Our kissing becomes urgent again, but he takes his time exploring my body, letting his hands trace my curves.
I can taste myself on his lips when he kisses me, and he grinds his hips against me. My thighs fall open for him, and Brett smiles against my mouth before he presses the tip against my entrance.
I shiver and hold my breath in anticipation.
When he slides into me, I cry out. His size is almost a challenge, and my body stretches to accommodate him. When he’s buried inside of me, he pauses as if he knows it would be a challenge to adjust to him. I tremble around him, and he plants kisses on my face.
