Chapter XXV Dog Years （Lena） #2
I’m lost in a space between worlds, where my body convulses, speaking and breathing only in the throbbing space between gasps.
I think my lips are moving—probably saying Brady’s name again—and I think he’s telling me something too.
“Such a good fucking girl. I love you so much it scares me.”
But I can barely hear him over the roar in my blood like a waterfall rushing over my ears.
My body glides back down so slow, releasing me from the hottest orgasm of my life.
When my senses return, I realize he’s down on his back next to me, one hand drawing patterns across my stomach.
“Welcome back,” he whispers, his eyes crinkling as he smiles.
“I love you,” I tell him.
He smiles and snorts. “I hope so. Or are you only saying that because I just short-circuited you?”
“Does it matter?” I throw back.
His smile widens into a grin.
“I knew it. Lena Joly only loves me for my skills.”
“Shut up and let me kiss you, idiot.”
He does, and I do.
Then it’s my turn, rolling on top of him and trying awkwardly to remove his pants from the worst angle ever.
With a wicked smile, he helps me and then yanks off his shirt as I finally pull down his pants and his boxers, revealing his glorious cock.
It’s a monument to his desire, thick and veiny and pulsing with raw need.
I love how he groans when I dip down, licking the bead of moisture off the tip.
“Tempting as it is to make you come all over my face, I think I’ll settle for getting you really, really close,” I whisper.
His eyes darken to blue dusk.
“Edge me too long, and I’ll nut in under a minute once I’m inside you. No fun.”
“Have faith.” I grin.
My fingers wrap around his length, and I pull his magnificent shaft into my mouth.
Rather, I try.
Mostly head and a couple inches of shaft because he’s just that huge, but what I can’t get into my mouth, I make up for with technique.
Sucking and licking and teasing as he fists my hair with a guttural rasp.
“That fucking mouth feels illegal, baby girl.”
Oh, I agree, because there’s nothing better than this.
Teasing my big, overprotective beast until he loses control.
Reminding myself that it’s so rare to find this perfect give-and-take in the bedroom, or anywhere else.
Mostly, I just want to see him fight, trying to hold back as my tongue takes him down, as my lips tighten, as I work down lower on his cock until I gag, pumping the rest of him with my hand.
He’s at the brink of madness in no time.
I think he’s about to rip my hair out as his hand tightens, pulling like reins. The constant snarling curses spilling out of his throat barely sound human.
His cock pulses in my mouth, so hot I try to grin even though I’m full of him.
His eyes could chase off a wolf with a single glance, so heated it’s frightening.
“You give me that look again, and you’ll choke on my cum,” he warns.
Holy hell.
My pussy tingles with evil joy.
I only slow down to prolong his torment, giving him a few seconds of recovery before I start up again.
Honestly, I don’t know whether I’d call it teasing, torture, or the best gift a girl can give, but I bring him to the edge three more times before he jerks his cock out of my mouth and brings me up for a kiss.
“No more. Not unless you want that pretty face painted.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging hard.
His hand finds my breast, squeezing, pinching my nipple with cruel want.
God, he’s everywhere, and it’s safe to say that I’ve never seen a hornier man in my life.
“Enough with the opening act. Lie down and spread your legs. I want to see your face when you come on my cock.” His thumb brushes my cheek.
I tremble from the hot chill he sends through me and do exactly as he asked.
Once he’s settled between my legs, I wrap them around him so tight, quivering as his cock presses against my entrance.
“So damn wet for me. It never gets old.” His eyes are glazed with lust.
“All for you.”
He makes a low noise then, no warning before his hips move with one purpose.
Brady groans as he pushes inside me, pulling a few noises from me as I remember how big and punishing his dick really is.
So full.
So stretched beyond belief.
So very right.
I throw my head back with a moan that urges him on.
His thrusts come with this brutal rhythm, intense and unshakable, unstopping for anything. I’m not ashamed to say I lose it in record time.
My fingernails dig into his back, urging him on, faster and faster as I rake them down his skin.
Deeper, deeper.
Give. Me. More.
His flesh knows the words I never speak. He props my legs up over his shoulders, opening me fully.
“You are an addiction. A deadly fucking habit I’ll never dream of quitting,” he growls, driving into me faster.
It’s actually crazy how close I am already.
When my hand moves down, searching for my clit, he knocks it away, replacing it with his own. And he’s totally justified.
He’s learned my body so well he knows exactly how to touch me.
What I need.
When I need it.
And it’s not long before I feel the mother of all o’s building again.
His pace quickens, an onslaught meant to leave me in burning pieces.
His hand doesn’t stop, though. His fingers find my clit and circle in perfect time to his thrusts, fucking one gasp after the next out of me.
Then he rests his forehead on mine, his strokes slowing but coming fiercer.
“Never leave me, Sass. Never again,” he whispers.
“Never!” My breath hitches.
“I don’t want this to end.”
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him against me, skin to skin. Even if he wanted, he can’t escape.
“Don’t worry, it won’t.” I bite his ear.
I don’t hear the shudder that runs through him, but oh, I feel it.
I kiss him, and his tongue mimics the mad piston of his hips, becoming harsher and more erratic with every stroke.
But this isn’t just fucking anymore.
This is making love, and I don’t care how cheesy that sounds.
I don’t even need his hand anymore.
I rise to meet him, grinding against his pubic bone, letting him hit that perfect spot that makes me his, and only his, now and forever.
My orgasm surges like a flood, all angry rapids pulling me under until I’m swept along in its white-hot wake.
Then Brady groans and his cock drives deep, slamming me into the bed.
He pins me down as he stakes his claim, marking me with ropes of fire hurling deep inside me.
With his cock still twitching and his teeth bared, he cups my face in his hands, whispering words that sound too human for this animal fusion.
“Never again, Lena. Never. You’re all mine, and I’ll never let you go.”
“I love you.” I’m too awestruck and too exhausted to murmur back anything more.
With my heart overflowing, I pass out in his arms and sleep like the dead.