Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Shyla
Briggs looked me in the eye as he pushed his dick deep inside, his thick cock spreading me wide.
Holy shit.
The sexy grump was in my bed, and we were about to have sex.
How was this happening?
I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he slid all the way in, pushing himself in balls deep. I cried out from the pleasure and pain as he stretched me wide, clinging to him as he picked up his pace, thrusting harder and deeper.
Over and over, his thrusts were punishing and demanding, passionate and powerful, our bodies growing slick with sweat as the sound of slapping skin filled the room.
Without warning, he flipped our positions, turning me onto my stomach, my ass lifted into the air.
Briggs fucked me from behind, slapping my ass as he fucked me hard from behind.
It was fucking amazing.
He switched us again, pulling me on top to ride his dick and I hovered above him, slowly sliding down his hard, engorged cock. I ground my hips down against his and hit my clit in just the right angle.
“Oh my God, Briggs,” I panted, breathless, my voice a loud whisper.
“You feel so fucking good,” Briggs said as he dug his fingers into my hips and matched my movements, up and down, up and down.
“I’m going to come so hard. Again.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I leaned forward, pressing my hands on his chest as I twerked on his dick.
Higher, higher, higher…my body shook with pleasure as my orgasm crashed through me, Briggs following behind as he cried out, grunting and groaning.
I fell to the bed beside him, hot and sweaty, my breaths short as my heart pounded hard.
“Wow.” I mumbled.
“Wow.” Briggs chuckled.
I loved hearing the sound.
“That was amazing.”
“It was.”
I threw a leg over him. “I’m never letting you get away now.”
Briggs laughed and kissed the top of my head. “What if I don’t want to leave?”
My heart lifted as my stomach dipped. “Good.” Not only was he sexy, but he was an amazing kisser and lover.
So much goodness he was hiding, shielding away from the world. Yet he opened up. For me.
Only me.
We dozed off in each other’s arms, awaking a couple of hours later only to feast on each other’s bodies once more. Until the wee hours of the morning, we explored each other, discovering what we liked and loved, and having orgasm after orgasm.
At some point, we fell asleep, and when I woke the next morning, I watched Briggs sleep. His chest rose and fell softly, his mouth slightly opened as he breathed evenly. I touched his cheek with the back of my fingers. It had only been days but here I was, falling for this man.
There was a heart of gold beating beneath his grumpy defense, and it was my heart. I vowed then never to hurt him, never to do him wrong, not after he trusted me.
A tear slipped down my cheek, and I closed my eyes for a few seconds, gathering my emotions. When I opened them again, Briggs watched me, a smile on his handsome face, one that faded quickly as soon as he saw my tears.
“What’s wrong?” His eyebrows etched together, concern filling his features.
“Nothing. You’re just amazing, you know that?”
Briggs chuckled. “That’s all of your orgasms talking.”
I jabbed his shoulder playfully. “No, I mean it. Thank you for finally letting me in.”
His handsome smile crossed over his features. “Thank you for being you. For insisting on getting to know me. Let me bring you breakfast? In bed?”
“I’d love that.”
I laid in bed while Briggs disappeared, eventually dozing off again. When he returned with a tray of food and coffee, my eyes popped open, my stomach growling. He shimmed into bed beside me and put the tray between us. We ate and drank our coffee while discussing our favorite things.
“My grandmother loved pink. For her birthday one year, she only wanted pink gifts.”
I laughed. “That must’ve been fun.”
“She was the best. I miss her.”
“Do you not get to see her much anymore?” I asked as gently as I could.
Briggs shook his head, a look of sadness tugging at his handsome features, his shoulders sinking. “She passed away. Before I moved here.”
“I’m sorry, Briggs.”
“Thank you. She was the best. She raised me. My parents actually died in a car accident when I was only a baby. So I don’t really remember much of them except for a few pictures, stories my grandmother would tell me, but I still miss them, you know?
Even if I can’t remember a relationship with them. ”
“Oh, wow, Briggs, I am so sorry.” I said, moving the tray to the side and climbing into his lap. “I didn’t realize you went through so much.”
“You couldn’t have known. But it’s why I keep to myself. Not only am I sad, but I’m afraid to get close to someone else for fear of it happening again.”
I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. “I understand. I’m sorry.”
Briggs wrapped his arms around me, and I kissed him, softly, slowly, at first, our kisses growing more intense as the seconds passed.
Soon, our breakfast was forgotten about as we gave in to the passion of each other, the magnetic pull between us too great to ignore.
We kissed as our hands explored, clothes coming off piece by piece, before we were naked in each other’s arms once again.
It was quick and hurried, frenzied and needy, both of us needing the other in ways we couldn’t explain with words.
And when we finished, after several orgasms and another round of sex in the shower, I told him I wanted him to be mine.
Forever.