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“You feel”—I gasped—“so good.”
“But this fucking pussy.” He moved my hand away, replacing it with his, thrumming my clit, pressing his palm against the top. “Where the hell did it come from … and how are you making me want to come already?”
I didn’t have time to answer or respond before I was in the air, straddling his waist as he sat along the side of the bed, his large hands cupping my ass.
“Take it,” he ordered. “Show me what you can do with my dick.”
I had to find my breath, the movement so sudden that I needed my bearings. My hands balanced on his shoulders, my knees on either side of him, and I gently lowered myself onto his shaft, the sensation unlike when I’d been on my back.
This angle made everything more heightened.
It wasn’t that I now had the control, nor was it the size of him or the depth in which he could reach.
It was how he looked at me with eyes that raged with emotion.
How he gripped my cheeks, like there was no way he would ever let go.
“Goddamn it,” he hissed. “Yes! That’s it.”
I reached the bottom, using my hips to give him a quick buck. That was all it took, and the tingles returned. I gave him another thrust, shifting forward and back, and those feelings began to climb.
“I’m going to come again.”
“I can feel it.” His hand moved to the front of me, a finger rotating over my clit.
“Brady!”
“I didn’t think you could possibly get any tighter, but, fuck me, you just did.”
“Shit!” The crests shot through me, and so did his dick, slamming me with a speed I could take, and a persistence that was driving me right over the edge. “Ah!”
“You feel so fucking good.”
I was no longer moving; I was frozen above him, unable to do anything except scream. He now held all the power, churning his hips, giving my body all the pressure it needed.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t even moan anymore.
I was out of everything.
Even when he lifted me and carried me to the wall, holding me against it. “My turn.”
I tightened my legs around his waist and hugged his chest to mine.
“And when I’m done, we’re going to do this all over again.”
“Because you can’t get enough …” I exhaled, using his famous statement.
“And because you’ll still be here, which means I can have more.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Since I have you until the morning, I’m going to spend every one of those hours inside your pussy, making you come.” His lips pressed onto mine. “Again and again.”
There was no part of me that doubted him. If today had proven anything, it was that Brady was a man of his word, that he knew his way around a woman’s body, and that the pleasure he could give was record-breaking.
“I want you to come,” I begged. “I want you to make me feel it.”
“Say it again.” His voice turned gritty, his strokes sharp and commanding. “But say my name this time. I want to hear it come out of your mouth.” He leaned me more into the wall, freeing up a hand, which became wedged between the two of us, finding its place on my clit. “And I want you to do it while you’re coming.”
I thought it was impossible.
