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Brewer laughed softly, drawing his shirt over his head to appease me. I trailed my fingers across his torso – the smattering of dark hair across his chest and down his stomach, smooth, warm skin at his ribs. An Alpha Rider wolf tattoo as big as my hand was inked into his left pec, right over his heart.
Brewer curved his fingers around my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He gave my hip a pat.
"On your knees, sweetheart," he said.
I hurried to do as I was told, hands and knees planted into the mattress. The crinkle of the condom wrapper was the only sound in the room as I waited, anticipation trembling through my nerves.
Then Brewer's hand swept down my spine, his fingertips calloused and rough, though his touch was nothing but a gentle caress. He tucked his hand between my thighs, fingers sliding through my slick folds for a moment. Then the large, blunt head of his cock was pressed to my entrance and I sucked in a breath of surprise and excitement.
Brewer shifted over me, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades.
"Relax," he murmured. "I've got you."
I slid my hands forward, pressing my cheek to the mattress, pushing my ass up and back against Brewer, urging him on. Showing him that I was completely relaxed in his company and eager to let him take me anywhere he wanted to go.
Brewer gave a low hum of satisfaction. Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into me, the delicious stretch of his girth just short of too much. By the time he was sheathed inside of me, my thighs were shaking and I was so full, I felt as if I would burst at the seams. He gripped my hips, thumbs stroking my skin.
"Everything okay?" Brewer asked.
I clutched at the sheets, wiggling back against him. Every shift of movement sent a fresh flame of pleasure igniting through my body.
"God, yes," I rasped. "Keep going."
Brewer pulled out until only the tip of his cock rested inside me. The empty ache of his absence drew a whine from my throat. With one hard snap of his hips, he thrust back into me. I let out a strangled noise of ecstasy, muffled with my face buried in the sheets. I was certainly no blushing virgin, but Brewer set every nerve in my body buzzing. I'd never felt so full, so used, so completely alive from sex before.
In long, deep strokes, Brewer sank into me, deeper and deeper. I reached back, fingernails digging into his hip. Even as he was buried inside me, I wanted him closer. He looped an arm around my waist, his chest pressed to my back. He nuzzled his face into the curve of my neck, his breath hot at my ear.
"Good girl," Brewer said, his voice a low rumble. "Wasn't sure you could take all of me so quickly."
I threaded my fingers through his hair, rolling my hips. The thick drag of his length had me so wet, I could hear the slick sounds of our bodies moving together.
"Harder," I croaked. "Please, Brewer."
He brushed a kiss to the shell of my ear.
"You sure about that, baby?"
I clutched at the sheets and pushed back against him.
"Yes," I said through clenched teeth. "Make me come. Make me forget everything else except you."
Brewer planted his hand on my hip with a brutal squeeze that was sure to leave bruises the next day. He shifted my knees wider, trailing his hand up into my hair, wrapping my damp locks around his fist.
"Careful what you wish for, baby."
His hips pistoned into me with no mercy, no break in his rhythm. He pulled on my hair just enough to make my scalp ache – a sharp contrast to the heated glide of his cock. Then he cracked a hand across my ass, stinging my skin, and I could have sworn I felt the flood of warmth gush between my thighs.
I felt my second orgasm hurtling through me when I curled my fingers into the sheets, a keening noise rising in the back of my throat. Without pulling out of me, Brewer hoisted my hips to the end of the bed, knees on the floor, bent over the mattress. He kept one hand on my back as he pounded into me, driving me higher until I was shaking apart. I heard someone howling, only realizing distantly that it was me, calling Brewer's name like a frenzied prayer of desperation.
Brewer continued to plunge into my sopping wet pussy until the last vestiges of my orgasm trembled away. With a growl, he thrust a few more times, hips stuttering, before he came. My eyes fluttered closed at the throb and pulse of his cock, his balls pressed against me.
Panting, Brewer lowered his body to mine, scraping his teeth against my shoulder. His weight was crushing, making it almost hard to breathe. I didn’t care.
"That," I rasped, "was amazing."
"And here I thought you were the quiet one," he replied. "I'm surprised you didn't lose your voice by how loud you were screaming my name."
I swatted at his leg and Brewer rolled to the side, taking me with him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck with a rough laugh. I never wanted to move from this spot for the rest of my life, unwilling to let this brief bubble of peace be broken just yet.
