I take a second, glancing up at her like this on the bed. Naked for me. A lust-drunk smile on her gorgeous face as she glances down at me. “Hey.”
I grin like a fool. “Hey.”
“You just gonna stare at me all night?”
I snicker. “I could. Honest to god, I could stare at you all night and then a hell of a lot longer and not grow tired of the view.”
She bounces up onto her elbows, her tits right at my mouth line. I catch one with my teeth, dragging along the hard flesh of her nipple. She whimpers, her hand diving into my hair. My tongue swirls around and around, unable to get enough of her.
It’s how it was the first night. I couldn’t get enough. And now that feeling is magnified by a thousand. I release her with a wet pop, spreading her thighs wider. She arches her back, rolling her ass and pussy against the bed, needing contact.
I watch the show for a moment, mesmerized by her hot pink pussy and the way she shamelessly moves, allowing me the perfect, uninhibited view. The scent of her arousal nearly does me in and I stroke my aching cock because I absolutely have to.
She is a fucking goddess. A siren. Never have I wanted, craved, needed a woman more.
My tongue meets her inner thigh, right above her knee, my fingers mirroring my tongue on her opposite leg. Tremors roll through her body, her legs shaking, telling me how worked up she already is. Her pussy is absolutely dripping for me and I haven’t even touched it yet.
“Brecken,” she pleads as I take my time torturing her. Her hands come down, searching wildly for my hair so she can no doubt drag me where she wants me. But I won’t make it that easy for her.
The build-up and her anticipation will only heighten this for her.
“Shhh.” I blow on her pussy and she moans, her back arching deeper. “I’ve got you,” I murmur against her thigh, continuing to touch and kiss her everywhere other than where she needs me to. But all too soon, I can no longer be denied either. Spreading her open with my fingers, my tongue dives inside her hot channel, lapping up all that wetness I was drooling over.
And goddamn. Just fuck. Her taste is everything. The feel of her. The way she moves into me. The sounds she makes as my tongue flicks back and forth. The way she clutches the comforter in her fists.
She is perfect.
Two fingers take over where my tongue just was, sliding in and out as my lips latch on and suck her clit. Her hips buck up wildly, a piercing hiss thick with pleasure fills the air. A fire awakens in her, her body demanding, seeking a euphoria she is already so close to reaching.
“Brecken. Please. I need to come.”
I grin against her, blowing once more and feeling the first of her spasms against my fingers. “You don’t want me to keep teasing you?” I question, slowing the pace of my fingers. She growls, and I grin.
“No. I want you to make me come now so I can do it again all over your cock.”
Jesus. When she puts it that way…
I suck her clit back between my lips, flicking it with my tongue as my fingers pick up their pace. Curling to find her spot and plunging against it over and over until she explodes all over me, ripping at the bed and crying out into the dark, cold night. When the last of her tremors subsides, I stand, brushing my wet fingers along her nipples and feasting on them, watching her.
Eyes closed, sweet, sated smile, hair fanned around her, porcelain skin flushed.
But it isn’t until I lift her boneless legs to my shoulders and slide inside her before she’s had a chance to come fully down from her high that I realize I’m the one who is officially fucked. Air rushes from her lungs along with a dragging moan. She might be lost in this moment, but in her, I was just found.
Tight, wet, warm, fucking heaven. Rina Fritz is my heaven. My sanctuary. I’ll never get enough.
Her eyes open, dark green and smoldering as I press in deeper, all the way, bottoming out. Sweet lips part and I lean forward, bending her in half to capture them. The moment our tongues meet a tightness I’m unfamiliar with cripples my chest, making me wheeze out a breath only to attempt to gasp one back in.
“Fuck. Rina. Fuck! You feel incredible.” I have no idea what’s happening to me right now. My hands cup her face and without averting my gaze, I take her. Sliding out and then back in, rocking, feeling every inch of her pussy as it grips me. Her hands dive into my hair, her body shifting, angling, searching for me as mine searches for her. But after a few minutes of these slow, brutal strokes, of all this touching and kissing, we morph into something else.
Something primal and raw.
Something that can no longer be contained or slowed.
I stand, clasp her hips, widen my stance and fuck her voraciously.
Her tits bounce and sway as I set a pace that has us both covered in sweat. I lift her hips higher until her knees are practically bent over my shoulders, her back entirely off the bed now so all she can do is take what I give her. Hold on as I fuck her sweet body like a man possessed.
Abs flexing.
Hips moving.
Taking.
Controlling.
Screwing her mercilessly.
She’s there too. Cries and whimpers and moans spill from her lips, one chasing the other. My thumb finds her slick clit and the second I start to rub her in time with our fucking, her neck arches and her eyes close, a scream exploding from her lungs.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Brecken. Fuck. Fuck!”
My breathing is choppy, urgent, my eyes all over her as she comes, screaming, twisting, ripping at the bed as she loses control. Passion and heat shimmer through me, my balls tightening and shooting pleasure through me as I follow her over the edge on a bellowing growl. My cock rams in deeper before I still, losing my mind as flickers of sparkling light dance behind my eyes.
Christ.
I mean… just… Christ.
Lowering her back to the bed, I fall forward, covering her small body with my large one, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her nose before collapsing into her, tucking my face in her neck and breathing in and out. I’m still inside her and I don’t plan on ever moving again.
Fingers drag lazily through my hair as she breathes shallowly in and out.
“Am I crushing you?” I murmur into her.
“No. I like it.”
“Good. Because I don’t think I can move.”
She giggles lightly. “Me either.”
“Then let’s not.”
“Okay. At least until I make you do that to me again.”
21
Brecken
I feel like a kid on a snow day. Because that’s exactly what this is. Only this is so much better than any snow day in the history of snow days.
Work is canceled. The markets, of course, aren’t closed, but we are. No one has power. No one has internet unless they’re using cellular, but no one can charge their phones or devices. The city is effectively shut down.
Two months ago, this would have pissed me off to no end.
I love my job. Well, loved it.
Now, I dread waking up in the morning. I dread going into the office. I cringe every time Rich walks by my office or comes to speak to me. He hasn’t said anything that would indicate he’s aware I stole data from his computer. I had uploaded it onto my computer immediately, the second my ass hit the Uber that night.
Then I spent the whole of three days searching through what I had.