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The tremors went up another level.
God. I was going to come again.
I’d never felt this before, not to this extent.
“Brett,” I groaned.
“What, Billie?” He stopped stroking himself and moved between my body. One of his hands ran up the inside of my leg, ending between them and he dipped a finger inside me. He was watching what he did to me, how my body was responding to him, and he cursed. “I wanted to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, but I don’t think I can hold out anymore.” A second finger thrust inside, and he ground them as deep as he could go, his palm also pressing against my clit.
“Please.” I panted, writhing on the bed, my legs unable to move anywhere. That was tipping me over, knowing I was powerless to him. I was here for his enjoyment, his viewing pleasure, whatever he wanted to do to me, but knowing he’d only make me explode, knowing we were doing this together, that I could trust him explicitly.
“Please what, baby?” But he pulled his fingers out of me and took his cock. He shifted up, closer to me, and ran the length of him between my folds. Up and down. Slowly.
I moaned again, falling back to the bed. My back arched.
“What do you want, Billie? Tell me. I want to hear the words from you.”
I opened my eyes, and it took effort. This was sweet torture, and it was pure agony. “I want you to fuck me,” I snapped, sitting up—and he slid inside.
I held still, holding my breath, because that felt so good.
He hissed. “Jesus. You feel good.”
We both held still for a moment, adjusting to the feel of him finally inside me, before he fell back down to me, catching himself so his body didn’t crush mine. He pushed me down to the bed from the motion, and his head turned, his mouth nipped my ear before he said into it, “I’m going to do delicious things to you. I’m going to tie you up. I’m going to bend you over. I’m going to make you scream until you beg for my cock inside you, and then we’re going to do it all over again.” He began moving inside me, and I bit down on my lip, trying to control myself, but my body was trembling from another climax coming so soon, too soon. He kept moving, a smooth glide of his body and dick, and he continued speaking into my ear, “That woman tonight was no one. No one, Little Billie. She was a gnat to you, to us. If she wasn’t getting fucked by my teammate, I would’ve cut her down the second she dared approach you. You are mine. There is no limit to what I will do to protect you. No boundary that I’ll adhere to. No law or territory or action that will keep me from violating, breaking, shattering, or destroying if it means that you are safe and you are at my side.”
All his words, the intensity as he spoke, he was making promises that I was feeling in my soul. How all of that, with what he was saying, mixed with how he was thrusting inside me, branding the feel of him deep inside in my body, it was all too much and I screamed, my entire body jackknifing against him as my third climax tore through me.
“Baby, you are mine.” Brett kept fucking me through my release. “There is nothing I won’t do if it means taking care of you.”
I couldn’t speak. The ability left me from the ferocity of my last explosion.
Brett didn’t seem to mind as his lips dropped to mine, and his tongue took control of my mouth at the same time, his cock began moving faster, deeper, rougher. All of a sudden, with a savage growl erupting from him, he rose, slid his hands under me, and he propped me up so he could hit at an even deeper angle.
Holy fuck.
He was going to the end.
“Brett,” I gasped. “God. Baby.”
His eyes snapped to mine at my last word, and he unloaded, coming inside me.
44
BILLIE
A phone was ringing, and I didn’t want to hear it. That intrusion was not welcomed.
The cold blasted me as Brett rolled away, checking his phone, then cursed at whoever was on the other end. He was up and heading out of the room as he answered. “What is it?”
I sat up, reaching for my own phone.
Christ. An onslaught of memories came all at once. The dinner. Brandi. Then Brett, the extreme need I felt for him, and the rest of the night. I looked at the bedposts, feeling those restraints all over again. I had loved it. Loved the feeling that he could dominate me, that I would be in complete submission to him. He’d tied my arms down for the second round.
A delicious shiver went through me.
I was addicted to him.
My body already longed for the next time he’d tie me up, and how he would do it, but it was more. My heart was bursting. He’d stamped himself on every part of me, mind, body, and soul. I was his, whether he realized it or not. I was his, whether he wanted me or not.
