11. Tangled Lines #2
I shake my head, breath catching in my throat.
He starts moving again, slow and steady, sliding in deep until his skin’s flush with mine and his balls press tight against my ass.
"I asked you a question." His teeth brush against my lip, pulling it gently and sucking with intent.
A groan slips out as I press closer, yearning to erase any space between us. The desire to meld my body with his is overwhelming; I crave him inside me. I want to ride the wave of passion until I'm completely consumed.
"I'll ask once more," he murmurs, his tongue tracing my jawline to my ear, where he nips at my earlobe. “Do you want me to stop?”
He begins to pull away, and my arms shoot up, wrapping around him, desperate to keep us close. My fingernails press into the flesh of his ass, holding him right where I want.
“N…no. Don’t…don’t stop.”
He bucks his hips again, pushing into me hard. It takes everything not to make a sound. He sees the concentration on my face and smirks.
“You’ll be quiet?”
I nod.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
I nod again.
"What about now?" he challenges, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in, causing our bodies to shift upward with the force.
I press my lips tightly together, suppressing the intense moan fighting to get out.
He trembles as he settles into a steady rhythm, delivering firm, slow thrusts of his cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, sweeping the damp hair away from my face. “That’s it.”
The room is filled with the musky scent of sex and the sound of flesh against flesh.
My leg burns from being hoisted over his shoulder, but I love the ache.
I throw back my head, and he seizes the moment to drop his mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down to my collar bone.
Sending a rush of wetness to my pussy. He quickens his pace, sliding in and out of me easily. A dance of urgency and passion.
He pushes up onto his knees again, gripping my legs as he drives into me. Beads of sweat glisten on his sculpted pecs, droplets tracing paths down with each powerful movement. I reach up, my fingertips gliding over his skin to catch one.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, a rough growl dragging heat across my skin. “Play with your clit while I fuck you.”
I lose myself in the moment, my middle finger finding my throbbing clit, circling in sync with his pace.
“Faster.”
I do as I’m told. The tension of desire in my pussy is quickly unraveling with each touch.
“That’s it. Now two fingers.”
I obey, adding my forefinger, pinching my clit between them.
“Oh, God,” he gasps, a tremor running through him. “That’s my good girl. Keep going until you come.”
My body tightens, my legs straining against his hold. His grip and relentless tempo remain unyielding as he drives into me. Again and again, over and over, his breath escaping in heavy, ragged pants.
“Oh, Brody…” My jaw drops as I squeeze my eyes shut, the tightening in my belly signaling the looming climax about to break.
I can't feel my legs, a tingling numbness taking over as the enveloping warmth creeps up my back and neck like a rising tide.
Thighs quake, every nerve ending igniting as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes down.
The motion of my fingers circling my clit send electric jolts through my body.
I jerk and twitch through my orgasm, my pussy clenching hard around his cock, as if unwilling to let go.
“That’s my girl,” he rasps, his voice thick with the strain of my grip on his shaft, a mix of pride and desire lacing his words.
In the final throes of my climax, his cock slips out, leaving me gasping for air, my eyes fluttering open in a daze.
The room spins slightly, and I’m left panting, an insatiable hunger for more surging through me.
I nudge him, silently begging him to fill me again, but he holds back, his hands firmly grasping my hips, steadying me.
"One more test to see if you really can be good," he rasps, a hint of challenge in his voice. With one swift motion, he flips me over onto my knees, the sudden shift sending a thrill racing through me. One hand grips my leg, spreading my thighs apart, while the other pushes my head down.
He pistons his hips, driving himself deep into me, putting me back in place with the force of his cock.
I bite down on the leather sofa, teeth grinding down, suppressing any sound. He made the rules clear, and I'd rather choke on the bitter taste of leather than lose the raw, primal sensation of his cock pounding into me.
His hands, rough and hungry, grip my ass firmly, spreading me wider, allowing him deeper access.
The room echoes with the sharp, wet slaps of skin hitting skin, each impact sending shockwaves through my body.
My thighs slick with sweat and desire, my moans threatening to escape despite my best efforts.
He doesn't relent, doesn't slow down. He keeps fucking me with a feral intensity, as if he's trying to brand me from the inside out.
My breath catches, lungs burning, each gasp a struggle as I teeter on the edge.
A low grunt resonates from behind me, and Brody's pace quickens, his movements laced with urgency. His hand slides up my back, coming to rest at the nape of my neck where he grasps a fistful of hair, giving it a sharp tug.
I rise onto my hands, arching my back as I grind harder against him. The change in position sends a flaming sensation shooting through me, and my pussy tightens as I fall into bliss.
Brody follows, driving into me one last time. His body shudders as a guttural sound rips from his chest, filling the room with the raw sound of his release.
We collapse onto the plush sofa, his body heavy and comforting as it drapes over mine, chest rising and falling with the rhythm of spent passion. His cock, still sensitive, twitches before slipping out, leaving a trail of warmth that settles between my thighs.
My panting breath fogs the leather beneath me, my face still pressed against the smooth surface. The quiet thrum of satisfaction hums in my veins, anchoring me in this moment. I don't want to move. I don't want him to either.
The weight of my all-consuming attraction to Brody Stirling settles, like a heavy blanket wrapping around me.
The moment shatters, the shrill ring of his phone dragging us back to reality.