Page 58 of August 20

Brooke lifted her knees, wrapping her calves around his thighs. "I can take more."

He dug his toes into the mattress and pressed into her. If she wanted more, he'd give her fucking more.

He panted, fighting for control. Her pussy was too tight, too tempting. He pushed through her tightness and exhaled in a rush. It was almost too much.

His arms shook in restraint. She was too beautiful, accepting him. He wasn't going to last.

Leaning to the side and bracing on one arm, he used his right hand between their bodies and found her clit.

She jerked at the sensitivity, and he bucked on top of her, sinking deeper. Jesus.

Her tightness squeezed him. He circled her clit, wanting her to come again.

She moved with him, arching her hips off the bed. Every time she thrust up, she moved on his cock. It was slow and fucking wonderful.

Brooke's gaze left his face, and she shifted, looking down between their bodies. Her breath fanned his chest.

His hips quivered, unable to hold still as he caressed her with his cock. Every time he ground against her, her eyelids fluttered, and her eyes rolled back before she refocused on him. It was a fucking sight, seeing what he could do to her.

He withdrew several inches and plunged inside of her again. He kept going, in and out, racing against the idea that everything was going to fuck up and he'd lose Brooke and Skye.

Brooke, sensing his urgency, clawed his arms, lifting her ass in the air to meet each of his thrusts. The fearless way she came to him, leaving the knowledge of his past behind her, excited him in ways he never predicted.

He abandoned her clit and planted his hand back on the bed, using the extra leverage to give her more. Instead of using his fingers, he used his body, grinding against her.

Her pussy spasmed. He shortened his thrusts and pumped faster. Pressure and urgency built. Fuck. Him.

"Mav—" She gasped.

He grunted, knowing the sound would tighten his throat. Breathing was a second thought. His first thought was he wanted to fuck her until they'd both got off.

Brooke's body clenched around him. He groaned, shooting his load inside of her. Her body milked every drop of come out of him. He trembled with each wave of her orgasm, letting go. Even finished, she unselfishly gave as her pussy constricted and squeezed him.

He stayed inside of her, selfishly wanting the sensation to go on for fucking forever.

He hung his head in exhaustion. His body shook, and he inhaled deeply, trying to catch his breath. Once Brooke's legs fell off the sides of his hips, he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.

"Okay?" he whispered through a tight throat.

She nodded. He took her word for it and rolled off her.

He left the bed, walking naked to the bathroom. After washing his face, his dick, he wet a washrag with warm water and returned to the bedroom.

He stopped at the side of the bed and hooked her leg. She squeezed her thighs together, and he held up the cloth, motioning toward the V of her legs.

She let her knees fall to the mattress. He cleaned his come off her, soothing the swollen lips of her pussy. There were moments when he was too rough. He couldn't help it. She made it impossible to slow when she was too fucking sexy.

"I'm okay." She grabbed his wrist, making him stop. "Seriously."

"You'll get used—" He coughed and returned to the bathroom, getting a drink out of the faucet.

The cool water rolled over his throat, soothing them.

He massaged his neck and inhaled deeply, trying to relax like the prison doctor suggested. Frustration came back and settled on his shoulders. It would be fucking easier if he could tell Brooke what he wanted.

Returning to bed, he slipped under the cover. Brooke had already snuggled down and turned her back to him. He dragged her to him and held her against his chest.

"You're my wife." He cupped her breast with his hand, weighing the heaviness. "Understand?"

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