her, reminding her how
he’d taken her, filled her.
God, she hoped he did it again. Soon.
His tongue started moving faster, those fingers working in
tandem to assure that her mind was totally blown. It was so much sensation,
moving from deep in her belly, up through her chest until she thought her head
would explode.
“Brett. Brett, please.” Don’t stop. She was going to just
lose it.
A low, rough sound was her only answer. That and the fact
that he moved faster, pushed deeper.
She reached down, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging.
Hard.
He pulled away, staring up at her. “What?”
She groaned, heart racing. “It’s big.”
Almost too big. Overwhelming. She didn’t know if she wanted
it to stop or not.
“It’s perfect. You’re fucking amazing.” Brett bent back to
her skin, slipping his fingers deep inside her.
Wendy cried out, her orgasm rocking her, jostling her bones
as pleasure flooded her.
“Fuck, yes.” Surging up, Brett pushed against her.
She had baby head, her neck feeling loose as a limp noodle,
her entire body still tingling as he pushed inside her again. All she could do
was hold on and enjoy the wild ride. Brett was open mouthed, eyes near-glowing
as he stared her down.
The urge to growl was there, but she couldn’t follow through
on it. She felt too damn good and he was so effortlessly alpha. Instead, she
drove herself down, taking his cock to the root and making him yelp with
pleasure.
His body bucked for her, his muscles clenching. There were
lots of muscles. Christ, he was a stud.
Her stud. The thought was unwelcome and she leaned forward,
teeth sinking into Brett’s shoulder.
“Fuck!” Now it was his turn to curse and writhe. It was a
good look for him.
She drove herself down on him, giving them both all the
pleasure she could. Giving them something to remember. Because she would want
to remember this for as long as she could. Unlike her ex.
Oh, no thinking about him.
None.
No way.
There was only Brett’s skin and the hot water, which seemed
in endless supply. Brett chuckled as if he’d heard her, then he pushed deeper,
the motion giving her some friction to her clit, reminding her that multiple
orgasms were good.
“That’s it, baby. I want you with me. I want you to be with
me every step of the way here.”
Her cheeks heated and she moaned, nodded, riding harder.
Yes. She needed to be right there, feeling him, memorizing him. There wouldn’t
be a next time.
There couldn’t be.
She was already in enough trouble.
“Damn it, woman, look at me.” Brett nudged her chin up,
staring into her eyes.
She could feel him—inside, outside, everywhere. Changing
her. He rocked her, her back thudding against the shower wall, her thigh
muscles starting to sing.
“Mate.” He growled the word and she cried out, shaking her
head.
“Don’t say that.”
“Look at me.” He didn’t force it physically but the words
left her no choice. She stared at him and he wouldn’t let her look away.
“Mate.”
“Don’t…” She moaned, fighting the urge to nod, to agree. He
was it. The right one.
No fair.
“God.” His jaw clenched hard and he started moving fast, his
cock sliding inside her, his belly and chest as if stone against her.
“Yes…” She arched, the pressure of her own need making her
honest. “Mate. Now.”
“Fuck!” His whole body jerked, his hips rocking up so hard
she bounced.
She came hard, her body shaking as wave after wave of her
orgasm hit her. She could feel him come inside her, right there with her all
the way.
“Stay.” Brett held her, hummed. “I’ll cook for you.”
She wanted to shake her head, but she found herself nodding.
“As long as you feed my dog.”
“He’ll get anything he needs.”
Weirdly enough, Brett’s words sounded like a promise.
Chapter Nine
“No, way, lady.” Brett clenched his hands into fists to keep
from grabbing Wendy by the damn hair. That would make him little better than
her ex.
he’d taken her, filled her.
God, she hoped he did it again. Soon.
His tongue started moving faster, those fingers working in
tandem to assure that her mind was totally blown. It was so much sensation,
moving from deep in her belly, up through her chest until she thought her head
would explode.
“Brett. Brett, please.” Don’t stop. She was going to just
lose it.
A low, rough sound was her only answer. That and the fact
that he moved faster, pushed deeper.
She reached down, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging.
Hard.
He pulled away, staring up at her. “What?”
She groaned, heart racing. “It’s big.”
Almost too big. Overwhelming. She didn’t know if she wanted
it to stop or not.
“It’s perfect. You’re fucking amazing.” Brett bent back to
her skin, slipping his fingers deep inside her.
Wendy cried out, her orgasm rocking her, jostling her bones
as pleasure flooded her.
“Fuck, yes.” Surging up, Brett pushed against her.
She had baby head, her neck feeling loose as a limp noodle,
her entire body still tingling as he pushed inside her again. All she could do
was hold on and enjoy the wild ride. Brett was open mouthed, eyes near-glowing
as he stared her down.
The urge to growl was there, but she couldn’t follow through
on it. She felt too damn good and he was so effortlessly alpha. Instead, she
drove herself down, taking his cock to the root and making him yelp with
pleasure.
His body bucked for her, his muscles clenching. There were
lots of muscles. Christ, he was a stud.
Her stud. The thought was unwelcome and she leaned forward,
teeth sinking into Brett’s shoulder.
“Fuck!” Now it was his turn to curse and writhe. It was a
good look for him.
She drove herself down on him, giving them both all the
pleasure she could. Giving them something to remember. Because she would want
to remember this for as long as she could. Unlike her ex.
Oh, no thinking about him.
None.
No way.
There was only Brett’s skin and the hot water, which seemed
in endless supply. Brett chuckled as if he’d heard her, then he pushed deeper,
the motion giving her some friction to her clit, reminding her that multiple
orgasms were good.
“That’s it, baby. I want you with me. I want you to be with
me every step of the way here.”
Her cheeks heated and she moaned, nodded, riding harder.
Yes. She needed to be right there, feeling him, memorizing him. There wouldn’t
be a next time.
There couldn’t be.
She was already in enough trouble.
“Damn it, woman, look at me.” Brett nudged her chin up,
staring into her eyes.
She could feel him—inside, outside, everywhere. Changing
her. He rocked her, her back thudding against the shower wall, her thigh
muscles starting to sing.
“Mate.” He growled the word and she cried out, shaking her
head.
“Don’t say that.”
“Look at me.” He didn’t force it physically but the words
left her no choice. She stared at him and he wouldn’t let her look away.
“Mate.”
“Don’t…” She moaned, fighting the urge to nod, to agree. He
was it. The right one.
No fair.
“God.” His jaw clenched hard and he started moving fast, his
cock sliding inside her, his belly and chest as if stone against her.
“Yes…” She arched, the pressure of her own need making her
honest. “Mate. Now.”
“Fuck!” His whole body jerked, his hips rocking up so hard
she bounced.
She came hard, her body shaking as wave after wave of her
orgasm hit her. She could feel him come inside her, right there with her all
the way.
“Stay.” Brett held her, hummed. “I’ll cook for you.”
She wanted to shake her head, but she found herself nodding.
“As long as you feed my dog.”
“He’ll get anything he needs.”
Weirdly enough, Brett’s words sounded like a promise.
Chapter Nine
“No, way, lady.” Brett clenched his hands into fists to keep
from grabbing Wendy by the damn hair. That would make him little better than
her ex.
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