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Brenna couldn’t stand another second without feeling him. She smacked his hand out of the way, then positioned herself over him and dropped down in one greedy motion.
“Yes,” she hissed as her body adjusted and stretched to accommodate him. He was so deep, and she was so full all she could do was let her head fall back and absorb the pleasure.
“Oh fuck, you’re strangling my dick. Goddammit, Brenna, it’s so fucking good.”
It was. Almost too good. Her brain fuzzed until she couldn’t formulate intelligent thoughts.
“For chrissake…” He shoved his hips off the couch, but then his eyes widened. “Oh fuck. Condom. Baby… Brenna, a condom!”
She gasped. How could she have forgotten? And how could she put a barrier between them now that she had felt every bare inch of him? “I don’t want it,” she said, making the reckless decision. “I’m clean. I got tested the day I broke up with Oliver because of the cheating. And I’m protected. Promise.”
“Me too. Tested in rehab. There’s been no one since.” His fingers flexed against her soft flesh. “Christ, I get to fuck you raw!”
“Yes.” She shivered. “Just like this. Nothing between us.”
“Fuck, I might not survive.”
She moved as though on autopilot, rolling her hips to increase the sensations. Her body knew what to do and what it wanted.
“That’s right. Give me a show, baby.”
She opened her eyes and stared down at Lock. His face was tight with tension and effort, probably fighting the urge to slam into her. There was so much dark and dangerous lust in his eyes that it made her want to give him exactly what he’d asked for—to give him the best goddamn show of his life. She wanted to be what he saw behind his closed eyelids when he was alone and going to sleep.
As Brenna rolled her hips, she coasted her hands up her body as slowly as she could. Lock followed the movement with his eyes. When she reached her breasts, he blew out a harsh breath. “That’s it. Touch ’em. Play with those tits.”
Who could resist such a sexy command? Brenna cupped her breasts, lifting them higher as she stroked her thumbs over her puckered nipples. A sharp shock of pleasure stabbed between her legs, disrupting her rhythm.
“Feed them to me.”
She shivered at the hot command she wouldn’t dream of denying. Brenna leaned forward until she had to catch herself with a hand on the couch next to his head. She held a breast in the other hand, guiding it toward his mouth.
He pulled the nipple into his mouth with a hungry suction that made her cry out. God, she loved the way it felt. He made a satisfied noise, devouring her with licks, hard sucks, and nips that would surely leave marks.
She tried to continue riding him, but every move of her pelvis jerked her breast from his mouth. After he growled his disappointment, she held still and endured the erotic torture.
Just as her eyes drifted closed and she began to float along on a tingly cloud of sensation, Lock released her nipple. Her breasts were wet from his mouth and tender from the pressure of his lips but in the most delicious way. Every time she saw the marks beneath her shirt or bra, she’d be reminded of how he’d feasted on her.
Brenna grunted in protest but wasn’t disappointed for more than two seconds.
“Fuck it.” Lock wrapped his arms around her and flipped them on the small couch. Brenna yelped, but somehow, he managed to not only keep them from tumbling to the floor but to stay lodged deep inside her. Before she could register landing flat on her back, he grabbed her ankles and hiked them over his hips. She crossed them at the small of his back at the same time he surged inside her.
She’d loved being on top, but this is what she craved—his heavy weight crushing her and his powerful thighs controlling the strong thrusts that pushed her up the couch.
Bottom line—Lock in complete control of her pleasure.
She raised her hands over her head, bracing on the arm of the couch to give herself some leverage to fuck back on him.
They fell into the perfect rhythm that had sparks of pleasure dancing across her nerve endings every time he hammered into her. It went on for long minutes until Brenna thrashed on the couch and babbled nonsense combined with moans and whimpers. The need to come bordered on undeniable, but she also never wanted it to end.
Their gazes met and held.
Brenna felt herself transported to another plane of existence, where she and Lock were the only people, and nothing mattered but their pleasure. They were so close, so in tune with each other, that their connection frightened her momentarily. She’d never had sex like this, with her entire heart as well as her body. Lock’s face reflected so much more than physical pleasure. Or maybe she was projecting what she felt.
And she felt so much.
Her throat clogged, and her chest felt heavy. In the most humiliating manner, her eyes filled. What the fuck was happening to her?
Lock buried his face against her neck, and she could have sworn she heard him whisper, “I feel it too,” but was too terrified to ask. Instead, she took the reprieve he gave when he broke eye contact and focused on the physical. She squeezed her internal muscles around him as he drove as deep as possible.
