Page 85 of Burden to Bear

Eventually, he pulled his hips back, and I lost purchase on him. He held his hand out to me and said, “I love your mouth, Mia. But I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me when I come.”

He gave a gentle tug, helping me off the bed, then kissed me before he spun me around. Brock’s hands came to my ass and squeezed, eventually moving around to my hips, up my sides, and to my breasts. As he palmed and cupped my breasts in his hands, his fingers playing with my nipples, my head dropped back on his shoulder. I angled my neck up toward his jaw, and Brock’s eyes connected with mine. He held my stare for a few beats until one of his hands dropped between my legs.

As Brock worked his hand there and at my chest, his mouth descended on mine. He kissed like he was hungry, greedy for me, and I happily gave him what he wanted. Of course, considering I had both his hands and his mouth on me, there wasn’t likely much I wouldn’t have done for him.

Brock worked his magic on me, and unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before I was panting and close to the edge.

That’s when I lost his hand and got his mouth at my ear. “I want you to come with me inside you.”

“Please, Brock. Please,” I begged.

I leaned forward, my palms landing on the bed. Brock positioned himself and drove in from behind, forcing me to cry out. Holding my hips in his hands, Brock drove in with measured, purposeful thrusts.

Once he had me like that and had worked himself into a rhythm, Brock brought a hand back to my breast and the other to my clit.

That was all it took for me.

Feeling him drive inside as he toyed with me and teased me, I was right back on that edge. “Oh, God,” I whimpered. “Brock.”

“Are you going to come with me, Mia?”

I couldn’t get the word out to answer him, but I had a feeling Brock didn’t need it. He knew. He had to know what he’d done to me. I didn’t stand a chance at not being right there precisely when he asked that question.

My orgasm tore through me, sparks of pleasure having formed in my lower abdomen and shooting out to the very tips of my toes and fingers. It was glorious, spell-bounding. I was completely, totally lost to the experience Brock was giving me. My body had never felt better.

And what I loved most of all was that somewhere in the midst of it all for me, Brock found his own release and rewarded me with the deepest growls of pleasure I’d ever heard in my life.

How did I do that to him?

Brock remained inside, his hands having moved to my hips while the both of us fought to regain control of our breathing. I hadn’t quite gotten there when he said, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I should have been the one saying that to him. “I feel exactly the same about you.”

“I’ll be fantasizing about your mouth wrapped around my cock for days,” he whispered.

“You’re so talented in so many ways. I should have known you’d be good at all of this, too. My only wish is that we hadn’t waited so long to get ourselves here.”

“At least we made it here, right?”

He had a point. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“How about we get cleaned up and go get some breakfast?” he suggested.

I smiled. “It’s like you read my mind.”

Brock laughed, gave me a squeeze, and pulled out. I wanted to cry at the loss of him, but when he took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom where he looked after me, I couldn’t remain upset.

Minutes later, we’d made our way down into the kitchen.

“No eggs, right?”

I tipped my head to the side, my eyes roaming over his handsome face, and shook my head. “No. I’m surprised you remembered that.”

“Mia, I think I remember every detail of every encounter we’ve ever had with one another. How could I forget?”

If I didn’t know better, I might have thought Brock was doing his best to impress me. But after months and months of being around him, I couldn’t stand here and question his intentions. This was precisely who Brock was; it was one of the reasons I’d fallen in love with him.

He cared.

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