“God, I don’t have a condom but I’m clean.” I sucked at the hollow of her neck, desperate to sheathe myself inside her without looking back. Plant my dick, bury my seed, claim her cunt again and again, but loving her came first.
“I’m clean. I was tested earlier this year, but Brodie…” She sucked at the shell of my ear. “I’m not on birth control.”
I almost blew my load for the hundredth time tonight.
Damn, something about Bryn brought out the caveman in me.
“Jesus.” I rested my forehead against hers, trying to control my hammering heart. “You can’t just say things like that to a guy like me.”
Her sweet, soft fingertips threaded in my hair. “A guy like you?”
“A guy that wants everything with you. Spending today with you made me feel like I’ve never felt before. Made me want things. Things like first dances, and babies, and mini-vans. Tell me you’re unprotected, tell me I can knock up this pretty pussy of yours,” I growled against her soft lips. “That does things to a man.”
Bryn grabbed my cock in her soft hands.
“Sweet Jesus.” I kicked my pants down my legs then tore my shirt over my shoulders.
“You’ve said that a few times and you’re not even inside me yet,” she giggled up at me. Her hair spilled around the soft pink pillow, her gorgeous, heavy tits round and begging for my mouth.
“That’s changing right now.” I groaned while cock nestled perfectly between her legs.
I ran the tip up her drenched slit, dragging circles across her clit and soaking myself in her juices. “I hope you're ready for us, baby.”
Bryn’s hands, still bound with my belt, looped around my neck, dragging my lips to hers and sliding her tongue past them. I angled my hips, dragging my dick once again through her soaked folds before edging the tip past her entrance.
“Oh God,” she whimpered at my ear, her hips working against mine as I pushed into her further and further. “Oh my God, you’re so big, Brodie.”
I thrust again, unable to control myself before burying myself to the very end of her. I swallowed her scream at the intrusion with my mouth. Resting my forehead against the heated skin of her chest, I breathed, “You feel so fucking good, Bryn.”
Her teeth scraped the shell of my ear, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my balls. Our rhythm synced to a furious pace, our bodies smacking together, soft moans, stifled only by the occasional reminder to stay quiet, echoed off the walls around us.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said against my ear.
“What? Fucking in your bedroom?” I sucked at her neck. “In the bed where you used to touch yourself when you were younger?” I thrust a little harder, the image of her snaking her fingers between her thighs and drawing an orgasm out of her body nearly too much for my fragile mind to handle. “I think you like being a little reckless. I think it makes your pussy wet, Bryn. Being dangerous, the thought of getting caught, all those people outside while my dick is buried inside you.”
Her lips crashed against mine, and without a single word I had my answer. I snaked a hand between us, sliding the rough pad of my thumb against her sweet little clit.
“Cum, princess. Let me hear what being owned feels like.”
Soft groans fell over her lips. Her legs shook as her thighs locked around my hips. Her orgasm crashing with my own as I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and pumped every last ounce of cum I had into her. Coating her sweet, unprotected womb, I came in violent jets, harder than I’d ever cum in my life. My chest ached, my thighs shook, my vision swam with her smile, her hair, her eyes, her.
Bryn owned me.
I was completely gone.
Chapter Nine
Bryn
I woke the next morning with one heavy, bronzed arm curled around my waist.
I cleared the sleep from my eyes, rolling over to lock eyes with the man who’d rocked my world last night.
And this morning.
Twice.
I smiled. The touch of his hands burned into the flesh of my body.
I hoped I’d have bruises. I wanted his marks.
I wanted anything Brodie was willing to give me in the throes of passion.
“Mornin’,” Brodie drawled, his wayward grin stealing all the air from my lungs.
How did he have this effect on me?
“Hi,” I sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s after ten.” I traced the arch of his thick eyebrow with my fingertip. If he wasn’t lying in my bed at this very moment I would never have believed God could create a man so gorgeous. “We should get ready for brunch.”
Brodie caught my hand, pulling me down into his chest and tucking my head into the crook of his neck. “I’d like to have you for brunch.”