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"Is this okay?" Brandon bent down to cover my back with his warm, hard body. His voice rumbled low next to my ear.
I shifted, letting my body adjust to the feel of him. "Yes," I finally breathed. "Keep––keep going."
He pushed in a bit more.
"Fuuuuuuuck," he breathed. "Jesus Christ, you're tight here."
"I'm...I...Brandon...please..."
I could barely get out any coherent words. I was just...so...full. Somehow, Brandon managed to reach into the drawer of my nightstand and pull out the small bottle of lubricant I kept there. I heard the sound of the bottle being opened and a quick squirt of the cold gel, before he pulled out slightly to apply it to where our bodies met. Then he pressed back in. I gave an animal groan.
"You can take it, baby," he said as he seated himself fully. "That's it, Skylar."
Brandon started to move, slowly at first, letting me acclimate to his size and the feel of him there, but then slowly picked up the pace until eventually he was thrusting into me just as hard as he had anywhere else. His hand on my ass disturbed the quiet with a loud crack.
"Ah!" I cried, my eyes clenched against the sweet combination of pain and pleasure.
"You like that?" Brandon growled behind me. His hand slapped down again, the rest of him ramming into me mercilessly. "You like it when I give it to you hard like this? When I fuck this gorgeous ass, baby?"
"I...please..." There were no words. I literally had no words anymore, and his were going to undo me.
My hand fell limp beneath me. My whole body was starting to feel limp. Brandon leveraged my hips up slightly higher, then reached down with one hand on my clit. I moaned against the feel of his mouth on my neck, the carved muscles warm against my back.
"That's it," he murmured into my neck. His teeth latched on to my earlobe as he pressed himself deeper, harder. "Fuck. You can't run from me now, Skylar, can you?"
Running? Who was running?
"Brandon!" I moaned. I was so close...soooo close. "Brandon, please!"
His thumb flicked against my clit. "Come," he growled. "Now!"
"Aaaaahhh!" I cried.
His fingers rubbed small circles, then suddenly grasped my clit and squeezed. The ache in my belly burst, and I unraveled in series of shudders and shakes, completely falling apart under Brandon's large, merciless form. He pistoned in and out of me at breakneck pace until both hands grabbed my ass again and squeezed hard enough to leave a bruise.
'FUCK!" he yelped.
I fell forward, and he fell with me. His big form shook until slowly, finally, his body relaxed on top of me.
"Oh God, Skylar. I love you," he moaned as he released himself into me. "I love you so much it hurts."
I welcomed his mouth on my neck, welcomed his body on mine, welcomed his essence into every pore of me, into this place where nothing else existed but two of us. My head was a fog; the fact that Brandon had just done something to me that no one––not Patrick, my ex, not anyone––had ever done just was starting to register. He could have every part of me, and he did. Love didn't even begin to cover it.
~
I flipped open my laptop while Brandon was in the shower, pulling up a packing list I often used for long trips. Almost immediately, my Facetime started ringing: Jane, looking to video chat, likely out of guilt. No doubt Eric had informed her of our conversation yesterday.
"Hi Jane," I answered as I pushed my glasses further up my nose and my hair out of my face.
"Well, hi there, Sunshine. You look like you had a nice night. And by nice, I mean exhausted because a tycoon was banging your lights out."
Jane grinned lasciviously into the camera, and I rolled my eyes. In the small picture-in-picture, I could see the tired circles under my eyes and the way my hair basically bunched around my face in that "just-fucked" sort of way. Well, wasn't I?
"I had a great night," I said with a grin. "And morning. And probably afternoon too. You?"
"Well, I'm about to head into day two here of the exam."
Jane turned to her phone to show me a blurry scan of the University of Illinois Chicago campus. She flipped back to her tired-looking face and took a drink from a paper cup.
