8. Brody
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After hearing her story, all I want to do is pull Emma into my arms and hold her close.
I can’t believe what she’s been through.
But most of all, I can’t believe how damn strong she is.
I knew she had secrets, but I never expected anything like this, and it only makes me more determined to keep her safe.
If she thinks there’s even the smallest chance that her crazy dad is after her, then I’m not letting her out of my sight from this moment on.
“Thank you for listening to all that,” Emma says as we carry our plates into the kitchen. “I’ve never talked it out like that before. It feels good.”
Something has shifted between us since she opened up. Ever since we met, I’ve been expecting her to run away at any moment…but things are different now. She seems to feel safe with me, and I’m no longer tiptoeing around her, expecting her to bolt.
“I’m glad you told me,” I tell her as we head back into the living room. “Means a lot that you trusted me with it. I’m just sorry you had to go through it in the first place.”
She smiles sadly, and I usher her onto the couch beside me.
The sky outside is darkening, the temperature dropping fast, and I get a fire started in the hearth, filling the cabin with warmth.
The firelight catches Emma’s hair, making it shimmer ruby red.
I steal a glance at her as she leans back with a contented sigh.
She’s wearing one of my sister’s summer dresses, pale blue and floaty.
It’s a little tight on her, and I can’t help noticing the way her breasts strain against it, every curve visible beneath the fabric.
Fuck, she’s so pretty.
I want her more than ever. It’s like an ache. She just exposed the most vulnerable parts of herself to me, told me her deepest secrets, and now the walls she put up between us have crumbled to the ground. All that’s left is raw need, raging inside me like a wildfire every time I look at her.
“I’m so glad I met you, Brody,” she says, her gaze settling on me. “I feel like I’ve spent my whole life feeling scared, but ever since I met you…” She shrugs, her cheeks pinkening. “I don’t know…I just feel safer.”
We’re sitting so close that our thighs press together, the contact making my leg burn. Instinctively, I wrap my arm around Emma’s shoulders, holding her close.
“You don’t need to be scared ever again,” I tell her. “You’re safe with me.”
She smiles. “I know.”
Our faces are almost touching. I can see every freckle on her nose, every speck of gold in her warm brown eyes.
My chest pounds, blood rushing in my ears.
Nothing else exists for me but Emma. My gaze slides to her lips, pink and plump, begging to be kissed.
In the back of my mind, I feel a remnant of my old fears—that I might spook her.
That she might run. But fuck, it’s a chance I have to take. I can’t hold back any longer.
With a deep groan, I cup her cheek and kiss her hard, crushing my lips to hers. I tangle my free hand in her soft hair, clasping the back of her head. For a moment, she freezes. Then she relaxes against me, kissing me back with a moan that goes straight to my cock.
Goddammit, she’s too perfect to be real.
I slip my tongue between her plump lips, savoring her gasp of surprise. Something tells me this angel has never been kissed before, and the thought drives me wild. She flicks her tongue tentatively against mine, running her hands through my hair as our mouths meet hungrily.
Without breaking our kiss, I push her back against the couch, easing myself on top of her.
My hands trail down her curvy body, squeezing her plump tits, swirling my thumbs over the hard buds of her nipples which poke through the fabric of her dress.
She shudders beneath me, sighing against my mouth as I slide a hand farther down her body.
I reach beneath the hem of her dress, brushing against her inner thighs, up and up…
“Fuck, you’re all wet for me,” I grunt, breaking our kiss as I run my fingers over her sodden panties.
Emma blinks up at me, her eyes wide. “Is that good?”
“Yes, sugar. It’s perfect.”
She bites her lip. Her hair fans out around her head like a fiery halo.
“I’ve never…” she says. “I mean…this is all new to me.”
“It’s new to me too.”
Her eyebrows lift. “You mean you’ve never…”
“No. Never met the right person.”
My sister was my priority growing up. Girlfriends were out of the question—I didn’t want anything to stop me being there for Celeste, protecting her from our parents’ shitty treatment.
By the time she was grown, I’d gotten used to being alone, and finding a woman wasn’t something I cared about.
But then I met Emma. As soon as I laid eyes on her, all those buried desires hit me at once.
My body craves her, needs her in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I have to claim her.
Show her she’s mine.
With a surge of need, I push up Emma’s dress, bunching it up around her hips. Then I slide down her panties, tossing them to the floor. Her legs are pressed together, thighs clamped tight, and I lean down to kiss her forehead, trying to ease her nervousness.
“It’s okay, sugar.”
“What are you going to do?” she asks breathlessly.
“Taste you.” I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Make you come.”
She shivers, her cheeks blushing the same color as her hair. But eventually, she lets her legs fall open to reveal her glistening pink folds.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I mutter, my cock throbbing as I kneel on the floor and pull Emma to the edge of the couch. I hold her legs open and bury my face between them, running my tongue up her slit.
“Oh,” she gasps, her body trembling as I lap up her sweet juices. Her taste turns me feral. I grip her tighter, forcing her thighs wider apart as I worship her pussy, sucking on her swollen clit until she’s crying out.
“Brody!”
The sound of my name on her lips fills me with a surge of need.
I need her to come for me.
To scream my name until she can’t breathe.
I reach two fingers between her legs, finding her entrance and pushing inside. Heat engulfs me, hot and tight around my fingers, and I pump them in and out in a steady rhythm, relishing the way her moans get louder. Her walls quiver around me, her hips writhing.
She’s close.
My cock threatens to explode as I fuck her harder with my fingers, teasing her sensitive nub with my tongue.
My movements are desperate. Urgent. My heart thumps wildly as Emma’s cries reach fever pitch, and she tugs at my hair, her legs shaking as she comes undone for me with a shuddering sob.
I feel her pussy pulse around me, squeezing tight, and I slide my fingers out of her, licking up her sweet cream until there’s not a drop left.
“Good girl,” I mutter as I come up for air. “Fuck, you were perfect.”
My breath catches as I look down at Emma. Her eyes are still dazed from her orgasm, her lips parted as she blinks up at me, still shivering through the aftershocks.
“That was amazing.” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“We’re not done yet, sugar.”
I pull her into my arms, straightening up and carrying her to my bedroom.
My giant four-poster bed is waiting for us, freshly made, and I lay Emma down on the mattress, reaching around her to unzip her dress.
She helps me pull it off her before unhooking her bra with trembling hands, letting it fall to the floor.
My cock throbs, desire flooding through me as I take in her naked body.
Every inch of her is thick and curvy, from her rounded tits to the softness of her belly.
Freckles dot her pale skin, scattered across her chest like constellations, and I feel my throat tighten as I meet her gaze.
“You’re beautiful, Emma. So fucking beautiful.”
She smiles, and I force myself to get off the bed, undressing as fast as I can.
I shrug off my shirt and drop my jeans and boxers in one quick movement, kicking them aside until I’m naked.
My cock springs free, rock hard and aching as I look at the angel lying on my bed, watching me intently.
I’m a big guy all over, and I know I must look pretty intimidating as I climb on top of her, covering her body with my own.
“Don’t be scared, sugar,” I tell her. “I’ll take care of you.”
She swallows hard. “I’m not scared…not when I’m with you.”
But her eyes betray her nervousness as I settle between her legs, my cock poking against her core. She looks overwhelmed, and I pause, resting a hand on her soft cheek.
“You okay, sugar?”
She nuzzles against my touch. “I’m okay. I want this…it’s just a lot.”
“We’ll take it slow, okay? I’ll be gentle.”
She nods, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Okay.”
My throat is dry, anticipation zipping through me as I hold Emma in my arms and push inside her. Her tight core squeezes my cock, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine as I bottom out, engulfed by her heat.
“Fuck.” I swallow hard, biting back a groan as I look at Emma. “Is that okay, sugar? Am I hurting you?”
“A little.” She breathes hard, her face tight with discomfort. “It feels so big inside me…”
She wriggles around my cock like she’s trying to find a better position, and it takes everything in me not to come then and there.
“You want me to stay still for a bit? Get you used to it?”
“No, it’s okay.” Her cheeks redden as she looks up at me. “I…I think it might feel better if you move a little.”
I grunt my approval, rocking my hips in a gentle rhythm, watching Emma for any sign of pain. Her lips part, a moan escaping her throat as I pick up the pace.
“That better, sugar?”
She nods, eyes sparkling. “It feels good. Don’t stop.”
It’s all I need to hear. I wrap my arms around Emma, pressing tight against her body as I fuck her.
Our eyes lock, and everything disappears except for the heat between us, the shared breaths, the soft gasps every time I thrust deeper.
Her legs wrap around my hips, heels digging into my back like she’s trying to pull me closer.
How did I get so damn lucky?
“Am I doing okay?” Emma asks breathlessly. “Should I…move more?”
“You’re doing amazing. Just do what feels good, okay?”
She lets out a shuddering breath and starts to rock her hips to meet mine, taking every thrust deeper and deeper. The friction is fucking incredible as we find our rhythm, our bodies moving in time.
“Want more, sugar?”
“Yes.” She arches into me with a whimper. “I think I can take it.”
“Good girl. I know you can.”
I shift my weight, planting my knees firmly onto the mattress and gripping Emma’s hips, holding her still.
Then I slam into her with a fierce groan, savoring her cry of surprise as I abandon all my self-control and rut her like an animal.
Our skin smacks together, the sound echoing around the bedroom as my cock pummels her pussy in a brutal rhythm. It’s primal. Instinctive.
“Brody! Oh!”
She’s sobbing now, her head thrown back, nails digging into me.
“Good girl,” I growl. “Fuck, look at you, taking my cock.”
Her moans are unintelligible, her body writhing beneath me as I claim her once and for all. She’s holding onto me for dear life, her muscles clenching tight as she cries out my name like it’s the only thing she knows.
My girl.
She’s mine.