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I hook one leg over his shoulder and he makes a rough sound of approval while fucking me with his tongue and rubbing my clit.
As I grow wetter, he opens me up further and presses his face harder against me, his tongue reaching deeper.
I grind myself into him, wanting, needing him deeper.
I want Bradford so far inside me.
It feels unlike anything I’ve ever known.
It feels reckless, carnal,primal.
My orgasm edges closer and I rock and grind, seeking what I need.
Bradford swaps his tongue for his fingers, first pushing one inside me and then two.
I squeeze myself around those fingers. They feel so fucking good there. Bradford’s eyes find mine as I clench. He holds my gaze while he sucks my clit into his mouth and fucks his fingers harder and faster into me.
My orgasm consumes me while he watches.
I close my eyes and come so hard I see color.
It’s gold. Indigo. Red.
Everything is wiped from my mind but this orgasm, this pleasure, this man.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Bradford’s voice is rough and he sounds pissed off about thinking I’m beautiful.
I open my eyes as he stands. I’m barely finished with my orgasm when he lifts me over his shoulder and strides into the bedroom, dropping me on the bed. His hands are on his shirt the second I land on the mattress, and he’s ripping buttons and looking at me like he can’t do any of this fast enough.
My skin blazes with the fire he causes in me, and I scramble up the bed, ready for every single thing he’s planning to do to me.
He tears his shirt off, belt off, trousers off.
He strips out of his boxer briefs and I suck in a breath at the size of him. I can’t even imagine him fitting inside me, but that thought is erased while I watch him put a condom on.
Then, he’s on top of me and roughly pulling my leg up over his shoulder as he looks down at my pussy. Lining his cock up, he finds my eyes again. “I hope you’re good with it hard because I don’t have it in me to give you anything else.” The way he says this lets me know he feels like I’ve caused this. It lets me know he’s wild and desperate in a way that I’ve brought out in him.
Without waiting for my response, he thrusts inside me exactly how he promised he would.
My world explodes.
I grip his neck and move with him.
He pulls out and slams inside again.
His eyes are glued to mine.
That wild storm still rages in them.
I see anger.
I see hurt.
I see the kind of love that is given against his consent.
Bradford loves me but he doesn’t want to.
“I love you.” The words tumble out of my mouth without me knowing they were coming. I don’t think when I’m with this man; I only feel. I feel in a way no one else ever makes me feel. I have no power over how I express my emotions with him, and that’s both scary and the best thing in the world.
