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“If I win…”
ALEXANDREA
I smell coffee and the ocean… I groan, blinking my eyes open only to close them at the bright sun in his room.
“Oh my God.” Resting my hand over my eyes, I try to decide if the alcohol I drank is going to stay down, or if I need to puke.
“Drink some water.” Brett’s voice makes my fevered body pebble with goose bumps.
“Why? Why,why?” I groan as I dramatically slap my arm down on the bed. He needs to understand that I feel like crap.
“Why are you so beautiful? Accident of birth…”
I glare over at him as he sits with a huge, dimpled grin, pillows propped behind him. The white sheet laying right at the end of his muscled abs, at the end of that V…
“Here, let me help you.” He reaches for me. “I have something that will cure your hangover.” Lifting me on top so I’m straddling him, he slides down.
“Grab the headboard, and if I can talk, you’re not fucking my face hard enough.” God, he’s just so nasty. Grabbing the wood headboard, I stop him from lowering me onto him.
“Brett, you didn’t win the bet.” My voice gives away my dark need while my head’s slightly spinning. Not sure if it’s the alcohol, or just him.
“I let you win,” he murmurs, biting the inside of my thigh as I look down at him, unable to hold back my smile.
Yesterday might have started off as a nightmare, but it ended up the best day ever. His blue eyes, which are a bright turquoise in the morning light, stare up at me in challenge. That pull, need, grows every day. It’s almost as if it gets stronger with each second.
Hunger.
Power.
It surges through me. I can feel he’s connected to me. This obsession goes both ways.
“You didn’t win. I kicked your ass, along with everyone else’s.” I smile as my hands tighten on the headboard.
“Fuck my face, Alex,” he demands as I slowly lower myself. “That’s my girl, sit on Dean Powers’s face.” He praises me.
And while his hands dig into my hips, I do. Closing my eyes, I let go and rub my pussy hard on his face, fucking him like I need to get to the finish line as if my life depends on it, and at this moment, it might.
“Oh fuck.” I dig my nails into the headboard as I climb, chasing it, aching into his mouth while he holds me still. Coming, not caring that I might be smothering him, unable to think about anything other than this all-consuming pleasure. All I can do is sob out his name as the ecstasy flows through me.
He pulls me up, and I look down at him. His eyes… I shiver. With his face covered in my juices and cum, he says, “Now fuck me, just like that.”
I obey, sliding backward. His turquoise eyes have gone almost black as he watches me take his thick, pulsing cock in my hand and thrust my slick, wet pussy on it.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and I whimper, my nails digging into his chest.
I’m so sensitive, but it feels so good. I raise myself up and let go, slamming down on him again and again.
“Jesus Christ, that’s it. Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He grabs my hips and prompts me to rub my clit on him.
“Deep, you feel it?”
I almost scream,How can I not feel you? Your cock is giant-size,but I’m rubbing and pulsing, ready to explode and take him with me.
“Brett…” I whimper. “I’m going to...” And I come, can’t help it. Everything is heightened as I shatter into a million pieces. His fingers pinch my nipples as he goes over, pulsing his own release inside me. I float in this magical world that’s just us and this feeling.
“Fuck.” His voice sounds hoarse.
I collapse on him, my own breath needing his; my lips part to steal it. His hand caresses my back, and I never want to move. If I could, I’d keep him inside me forever.
