Page 42 of The Man of the Hour


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“And it turns you on so much, sunshine.” When she didn’t respond, he moved his hand to cup her chin. His voice softened with concern. “Are you okay?”

What a question. He’d made her cry, for Christ’s sake. No one made her cry.

Sonia swallowed. “I don’t want to stop, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“It’s not.” In the darkened room, she could barely see his eyes above her, catching the light of the moon from outside. “Sonia, I asked if you’re okay.”

“I don’t know,” she said wryly, surprising herself. “You’re a lot.”

He stroked her cheek, his face serious. “Too much?”

“I don’t think so. Just a lot.” Impulsively, Sonia pressed her face into Brendan’s shoulder, reassured by his hand on the back of her neck.

“If you need me to hold you, I’m here,” he whispered.

“No.” For the first time that night, she spoke the word honestly. If he held her right now, this would be even more intense. More confusing.

“Really?”

Sonia pulled back from the warmth of his shoulder. “I’m fine. Let’s keep going.”

“You’re absolutely sure.” He held her gaze, and Sonia nodded. Brendan took a deep breath. “Then spread those beautiful legs for me.”

Dazed, Sonia made a low noise: half arousal, half protest. She heard the rustle of his clothes coming off.

She felt wrung out in the wake of her climax, but the thought of his naked body on top of hers — God, she was so ready to be fucked, to yield to Brendan. But when he slid his warm hands up her legs, she locked them tightly, trying to make a show of resisting. Patiently, he pried her thighs apart.

“No,” she groaned, as his fat head nudged her cunt.

“Yes.” He thrust slowly, sighing with pleasure, opening her inch by inch. “We both need this.”

Dammit, Brendan was right. She’d needed this — his skin against her skin, his mouth on her mouth — since he’d fucked her against the mirror on Saturday night.

She quivered as his thick cock speared her. Brendan groaned, pulsing in her tight embrace. Of their own accord, her legs closed around his waist, and when he gripped her ass, she rose to meet him.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned, unable to keep up the pretense any longer.

“It does?” Brendan pushed his face close to hers.“Ifeel good?”

“Yessss,” she gasped. “You feel incredible. I can’t fight you anymore, Brendan. I want it. I want you.”

With a growl, he sank into her fully, and then it was a blur. Her hands in his thick, soft hair. His determined tongue in her mouth. The scrape of her teeth on his salty neck. The slap of his body against hers. His helpless sounds were reaching a fever pitch — Brendan,helpless.

“Say it one more time,” he whispered.

“I want—” Her words were jerky, driven out of her by each thrust. “I want it.”

“Say you need what I’m giving you.”

“I need it,” she gasped. “I need this.”

Groans filled her ears. He was so deep, opening her up with every plunge, and his strokes ground against her clit until she thought she’d burst with pleasure. Her pussy clasped him eagerly again and again as she gasped for breath.

Brendan seemed to be everywhere, twisting her hair, sucking on her tongue, pinning her to the bed while he fucked her roughly. Finally, he threw his head back and came. She hugged him tightly, her legs locked around his waist. When he pulled out, a trail of warmth oozed down and out of her cunt.

As Sonia lay back, her heart still racing, Brendan stretched out beside her. All she heard was their mingled breathing. Outside, a faint siren blared.

Her fingers brushed Brendan’s.

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