Page 113 of Cocky Brutal Sinner

His thumb angles slightly, and I gasp, my head falling back as a quiver of pure bliss shoots through me. Beau chuckles.

“That’s right, Brin. Show me how much you love it when I touch you.”

I grind my hips against his cock. My eyes fall closed as a cord inside me tightens. My breathing grows fast and heavy as heat licks up my spine. Beau’s rhythm never wavers as he draws my climax out from deep inside me, the way he always can.

The cord snaps and my orgasm hits me like a wave, crashing over me with overwhelming force. The only things that exist in the world are me and Beau and how fucking good he makes me feel.

Gently, Beau shifts me forward so he can fist his cock while I come down. His knuckles brush against my back as he pumps himself lazily.

My thighs still shaking, I pull myself up to hover over the thick head of his cock. Never taking my eyes from him, I slowly sink down onto the tip. Beau swears under his breath, his eyes fixed on the place where we’re joined. Stretching around him stings, but only for a second before my greedy pussy begs me for more.

Beau’s hands close over my hips, supporting me as I pull back and slide further, inch by agonizing inch. I get impatient sometimes, wanting to be full of him, but he always forces me to slow down. To ease his way into me.

We both groan when my hips finally meet his. The ridge of his head rubs against a spot inside me that makes me see stars. I rock my hips gently, not wanting to pull back too much. It’s just so good to have him fully inside me, and I’m not ready to give it up yet.

He reaches for my clit again, stoking the fire inside me as I grind against him. I lean slightly forward, pieces of my hair falling over my shoulders, and Beau smiles.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your hair when it’s down?”

“Yes.” I lean down and brush my lips against his once, twice. “Every time you see it down.”

“Because it never looks less beautiful.” His tongue presses into my mouth, scraping against my teeth, coaxing me to kiss him harder. I’m too busy kissing him to ride him, so Beau takes over, thrusting his hips up against mine. Over and over, pressing that spot inside me that he can only reach at certain angles. Angles he’s spent hours finding. My inner muscles clench tightly around him as another orgasm looms.

“I’m close,” I murmur against Beau’s lips. “I want you to come with me.”

He growls. “Every time, Brin.”

We press our foreheads together, gazes locked, as white heat spirals inside me. I gasp in a breath and Beau thrusts in just the right way, and I’m coming again. My back arches as pleasure sweeps over me. Beau groans, not bothering to be quiet as he follows right behind me, filling me as he comes.

When we’re done, we don’t move. There are no more rules, no careful timing, no listening for someone at the door, no choreography of pretending. We have all night and nowhere we need to be.

And of course, when I fall asleep, Beau stays.

41

BEAU

Strangers on the street stare at us. Not because they recognize me and Brinley, but because right now, we look damn good together. She’s wearing a deep red dress that makes her dark hair and eyes pop, and the way it clings to her hips makes me want to say “fuck it” to our plans and drag her back to her apartment to strip it off her.

That dress made me put on a suit jacket for the first time since Nate’s wedding. I normally hate dressing up, but if Brinley’s stepping it up, then so am I.

We pass a group of young college students who gawk at us. I nod and give them a cheeky grin. Several girls blush and giggle.

“Just because girls check you out doesn’t mean you have to encourage them,” Brinley chastises me.

“It wasn’t just me they were looking at.”

She rolls her eyes. “Of course it was, Mr. Muscle.”

“Trust me. I saw the way those college guys looked at you. They would give their left nut for a chance to bring you home.”

“Yeah, right. Enough with the flattery.”

I shake my head. Brinley has always been oblivious to people admiring her looks. I, on the other hand, am extremely aware of every man who checks her out. I endured years of watching men flirt with Brinley, when I wasn’t allowed to claim her publicly.

Not anymore.

In case anyone doubts she’s with me, I grab her hand. It’s still a treat to be able to do that in public.