Page 50 of Filthy Boy


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The buildup starts slower this time. But there’s no denying it’s coming on. And as my entire body starts to tingle, all of it moving right between my legs, I cry out as my eyes roll back.

“Brody,” I whimper as my legs tighten around him. “Uh…oh God.”

His tongue works against me harder. My orgasm being his main goal, he glides a finger inside of me, pushing it in and out alongside his tongue.

My eyes squeeze shut as I reach a high that even I didn’t know was possible. The room spins as I buck against his face, harder and faster while a wave of pleasure washes over my entire body.

Sucking in a breath, I release his neck as my legs shake. And he wastes no time before standing. Unbuttoning his jeans, he slides them down, followed by his briefs.

Palming himself, he gives his dick a few strokes as he glares down at me. “Fuck, baby, I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” he says, lying back on the bed. Pulling me on top of him, he positions me right over his hard length. “Ride me, Bria. It’s your turn to make me come.”

Slowly bringing myself down onto him, I wince from the pain but continue to take more and more of him.

“Look at you, taking every inch of me. And you love it, don’t you?” he says through gritted teeth before his hand comes down on my ass, causing my flesh to sting on contact. “You loved playing with these tits while my face was buried between your thighs, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” I barely choke the word out as I move up and down on him.

Grabbing my hair with one hand, he pulls my head back, thrusting my chin upward. His other hand comes down on my ass again, and I cry out from the pain. And yet, just like he said I would…I like it.

“My dirty girl, one day, I’ll take that ass.” He leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “I’ll fuck these tits too.”

Riding him, I thank God that no one is home right now. Because if they were, I’d die of embarrassment from the sounds of the bed squeaking and his hand’s repeated assault on my asscheek flowing through the air.

“Grip the headboard,” he grunts. “And fuck me until both of us are coming.”

Reaching forward, I use the headboard as leverage and thrust my hips faster, taking him deeper inside with each lunge. Moving both of his hands to my hips, he rocks me faster.

“I could blow my load inside of you right now. But I’m not ready for this to be over. Not with you fucking me this good.”

Suddenly stopping my movements, he lifts me off of him and pushes me face down on the bed. Climbing over me, he lifts my hips up so that my ass meets his groin, and he thrusts himself inside of me. Gripping my hair, he lunges inside of me over and over again.

Craning my head to the side by my hair, he brings his finger to my lips, brushing it along them. Opening them, I take his finger into my mouth and suck.

“Goddamn it,” he barks, staring at my lips. “Reminding me of how good you suck a dick, baby.”

Even during sex, there’s a certain darkness to the way he pulls my hair and grips my ass with his fingertips, almost drawing blood. And I must be pretty messed up. Because it only turns me on more.

But there’s also a need in his touch. Like he can’t get close enough, no matter how much he’s trying to.

I feel myself tingling again, and I cry out, my lips parting, though his finger stays inside my mouth.

“Coming with you.” He barely gets out the words before he moves both hands to my hips and grips me, and I feel him swell inside of me. “Swallow me whole, baby.”

And as he jerks his hips those last few times before collapsing, he smirks, pushing my hair out of my face.

“Christ, Bria, my dick is spent.” He pulls me against him.

Both of us are still panting, like we just ran a marathon. Heck, it feels like we did.

Should we be snuggling after sex? Going by Brody’s rules, no, we probably shouldn’t. But here we are, and I’m not complaining. Not one bit.

We both stare up at the ceiling, my head on his chest, and it feels so right that I don’t know how it could be wrong.

“So, are you taking pictures at the next game?” he asks, craning his neck down.

Peeking up at him, I smile. “Yep. I have to go to the arena tonight, and the publicist is going to show me the best spot where I can go to take the action shots.”

“How are you feeling, babe? Excited?”

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