Page 38 of Hard to Take

She hooks a hand around each knee and puts herself on display.

“Don’t fucking move.” I press a hand against each of her thighs to hold her there as I bend over her.

I lick her, one slow stroke, then another, until she’s writhing and moaning.

Brooke wraps her legs around me, then her lips are trailing down my chest, her tongue playing with my nipple. "I want you inside me.”

I groan, my hands sliding up her thighs, feeling her heat.

I reach for the box of condoms on the table and retrieve one packet.

Brooke grabs the condom out of my hand, glancing at the label. “And here I figured you kept the XL ones purely to intimidate your roommate’s dates.”

I grin. “They’re not just for show.”

She rolls it on me, giving an extra squeeze at my base.

I grip her hips, pulling her down onto my cock. She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise at the feeling. When I thrust up into her, our bodies move together. Brooke moans, her head falling back, her hair cascading around her face.

My hands cup her face, and I kiss her. She responds, her hands gripping my biceps as we move together.

Our lips never leave each other. Sweat drips down our bodies as we move faster, our breathing ragged. Brooke's legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper into her.

I feel her tightening around me, her moans coming every time I sink inside her.

I thrust harder, my own release building.

It takes everything in me to slow down, to make my strokes more shallow.

“What are you doing?” she pants.

“Trying…to hold off…”

Her low chuckle reverberates through her, and me. “That’s cute. How’s that working out?”

My teeth grind together as her lips brush my chest.

I slide a hand between us and pinch her clit between my fingers. “You tell me.”

She cries out. Then shudders around me as she reaches her climax.

Thank fuck.

I stroke into her deeper, harder, faster. My hips buck as I spill into her.

We collapse onto the bed, our hearts pounding. My body is still trembling, but a sense of peace and contentment has settled over me. We lie there, sweaty and spent, our bodies entwined, the only sounds in the room our ragged breaths.

Brooke starts to roll off me.

“Where are you going, Princess?” I grunt, not waiting for a response before I pull her close.

She squirms in protest. “You can’t hold me hostage.”

“You liked how I was holding you a second ago.”

I feel her huff of breath as much as I hear it. “You’re bossy as hell, Garrett.”

I lock my arms around her and smile into her neck until I fall asleep.

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