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I take the single foil packet and pull it open. Brock hooks his fingers beneath my panties and shimmies them down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder. My hand wraps around hiscock once more as I grip the base and give it a little tug before positioning the protection at the head.
“Your hands are magic.”
“Funny, I say the same about you,” I say, slipping the condom into place.
Brock returns to his position between my thighs, reaching down and sliding the tip of his cock against my clit. “Ready?”
“More than ready. Make me yours.”
Something dark flashes in his eyes as he presses the tip against my body and slowly pushes inside. Brock Williams isn’t a small man, and no I’m not referring to his imposing six-foot four body. His cock is large and thick, and I can feel the stretch and slight discomfort of him invading me. “Fuck, Sunshine,” he groans, not even halfway in yet.
When I tilt my hips up, he’s able to slide the rest of the way in, burying himself completely. “Oh, God,” I groan. I swear he’s pushing against the back of my uterus.
Brock claims my mouth, yet remains completely still, seated deep inside me. “Mine.”
“Yes, yours. Only yours.”
“Damn straight,” he declares, propping his hands on the mattress beside my head, getting into position. “Ready?”
I barely have time to nod before he pulls out and pistons forward, the mattress slamming against the headboard bolted to the wall. Over and over again, he fills me completely—mind, body, and soul. Brock grips my hips, gently lifting me to meet his thrusts. All I can do is close my eyes, too overcome by the amazing sensations, the utter rightness of this moment.
He leans down, taking my lips with his, our tongues sliding together in perfect harmony. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, of how fucking amazing you feel,” he mumbles, rocking his hips to the same silent rhythm.
“Me either,” I groan, unable to fight off the overpowering desire for release. “I’m so close.”
“Yeah? Tell me what you want.”
“I need to come. So badly.”
He chuckles, nuzzling my ear, and slowly rocks forward once more. “How many times do you want to come, Sunshine?”
“Just once. Now.”
Again, he laughs, the sound low and dirty. “Oh, no. Never just once. There will always be the first one, and then another one. You ready?”
Unable to speak, I simply nod, trying to hold on for dear life. Brock jerks his hips at the same time I rock, and the result brings stars to my eyes. I’m overcome with desire, the tip of my orgasm just out of grasp. “Again,” I demand, reaching and gripping his ass.
I feel the muscles beneath my fingers tense as he thrusts, rolling his hips at the same time and caressing that magical spot deep inside my body. The result is a mind-blowing orgasm, a release so hard I can’t breathe. I can feel my muscles clamping down on his cock, but he never slows. Brock keeps pace, drawing out the euphoria until my body feels boneless and completely sated.
When I open my eyes, his gaze is both soft, yet determined. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He brushes his lips across mine, but only for a second. “Now, let’s go for number two.”
Before I can even comprehend his words, he moves, changing up his position between my legs and thrusting deep. I clench, my muscles screaming in both protest and for more. He goes to his knees, hitching my ankles around his neck and gripping my hips in his big hands. The result causes my body to fire to life once more, need filling me with renewed focus.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Thrust. “Tight.” Thrust, thrust. “So fucking perfect.” Thrust and grind against my pelvis. All I can do is grab the pillow beneath my head and hang on for dear life.
Brock reaches down and slides his thumb over my clit. The sensations are almost too much, and when I try to close my legs—impossible because of our position—he meets my gaze with determination. “One. More.”
All I can do is enjoy the ride as he expertly works my clit and pumps into me, as I climb higher and higher. Just when I think I can’t take any more, another orgasm slams into me like a tsunami. Tidal waves of pleasure sweep through me as I cry out, his name falling from my lips.
“Jesus,” he grunts, slamming forward, chasing his own release. It only takes a few pumps before he curses and whispers my name. Not Josephine or Joey, but the nickname I hope he never stops saying. “Sunshine.”
My heart is pounding so loudly, I’m sure Brock and everyone on this floor can hear it. As we try to catch our breath, he releases my legs and turns us on our sides, facing each other. Rough fingers glide gently over my cheeks, my lips, as he just stares at me. “You make me fall harder every moment we’re together.”
A shy smile spreads on my lips as I close my eyes, encompassed by his strong arms and the thundering in his chest. “I don’t ever want to move,” I whisper, snuggled against him as he holds me close.
“Yeah, I think we should stay just like this. At least for the next few minutes. Then, I’m going to need you on top of me, watching you move.”
The palm of my hand rests against his heart as I close my eyes, my whole body more relaxed than ever before. “I think I’m going to need more than a few minutes,” I reply through a yawn.
