Page 86 of Magnetic God

Bracing my feet on the mattress, I lift myself up. A startled gasp leaves my lips as he grabs my hips, hoisting me forward until I’m directly over his face. Slowly, he lowers me until my knees touch the mattress. Even though I’m not directly on his face, I can feel his hot breath against my thigh. Heat rushes to my core. God, I can already tell this is going to be intense. Good, but intense.

“Angel, I’m dying to taste you.”

Holding onto the headboard, I lower myself over his face. His tongue darts out before I’m fully seated, making me moan. My body jerks when he pulls me down all the way, but mostly because he spears me with his tongue at the same time.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan.

He hums his agreement as he licks and sucks. When he hits the spot that makes my toes curl, I arch against his face, earning a loud moan from him. Shit! Did I hurt him?

Looking down, I see his eyes closed in bliss. And his mouth? Well, it doesn’t stop moving, sending me toward my first orgasm.

“Brooks,” I cry out.

But my husband isn’t done. No, he tongue-fucks me until my knees give out and I’m slumped forward, holding onto the headboard as I have two more orgasms back-to-back. Tears stream down my face because the pleasure is almost too much, and yet it’s not enough.

“Brooks,” I pant. “I need your cock.”

He groans beneath me. A moment later, he rolls me to my back and moves over me, kissing me. My arousal coats his lips, making me hot all over.

“I love tasting myself on your lips.”

“Fuck, Angel. Not as much as I do.”

I moan when his cock brushes my opening. He kisses me as he enters me in a single thrust.

“Ready to start that baby making?”

“Sure am, Daddy.”

His gaze darkens. Lowering his head, he sucks on the spot on my neck that drives me crazy. I writhe beneath him, pulling him in deeper.

“Brooks,” I whimper. “I need…”

He rocks into me. “What does my gorgeous girl need? Hmm? Tell me.”

“Harder,” I pant. “I need you to fuck me harder.”

His hand goes around my throat, tilting my head back. His thumb rubs the tattoo on my chin as he gives me what I want.

“I lied,” I say. “About the tattoo. It was always you, Brooks. And I got it for you.”

When we were in Cancun when I was in college, he said something to me after we made love. Something that stuck. He said ‘Baby, I’m yours.’ It stuck with me because I thought he had it all wrong. I was his, and I wanted the world to know. After, well, after everything happened, I discovered ink therapy.

The tattoo on the underside of my chin says ‘Baby, I’m yours’.

He rubs the tattoo again and says, “I love you, Hannah. And I’m yours as much as you’re mine.”

Our lips meet in a heated kiss as our bodies move as one. Soon, I’m crying out my release. He’s right behind me, filling me. There’s a part of me that hopes and prays that we’re able to start a family soon. Not because I’m worried about the Brotherhood. No, I want a family with Brooks because that’s how it was always supposed to be between us.

Brooks falls against me, but then rolls us so we’re both on our sides. He’s still deep inside of me, though we’re both spent.

“Trying to make sure I get pregnant?” I joke.

“Sure am, Angel.” He brushes a stray piece of hair that escaped my up do. “I love you.”

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I’m one-hundred percent happy. There’s no fear that something is going to go wrong. And the ache that’s lived deep inside of me for the past six years is gone with Brooks at my side.

“I love you, too.”

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