Page 103 of The Breaking Point

“Fuck,” Brady growled as he pounded into me. “I wish you could see how tight your pussy is gripping my cock.”

I didn’t need to see it. I could feel it. I didn’t know how something so large could fit inside me. I gasped and groaned and took this punishment wrapped up in the sweetest pleasure. As Brady fucked me, his pelvis slapped against my sore ass-cheeks, only intensifying the sensations coursing through my body.

“Are you gonna come on my cock like last night?” Brady grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “I can feel you getting tighter and tighter around me, baby.”

He was relentless. My vision blurred as my orgasm reached fever pitch. Then with a scream, I came, my pussy clamping down around Brady’s cock.

Brady kept thrusting and thrusting, a battering ram inside me, as I screamed in pleasure. At that point, I didn’t care if the entire hotel heard me.

“Fuuuuuuck.” Brady groaned and swore as he thrust one last time and came. I could feel his cock twitching inside me. It was so amazing that it brought on a second orgasm, which made me collapse onto the bed.

Brady gently turned me over and got on top of me, kissing me deeply. I could feel his still-hard cock brushing against my sensitive clit.

“I wonder if I could make you come a third time,” he mused.

I groaned. “No more, please. You’ll kill me.”

But Brady didn’t listen to me. He just kept gently stroking his cock through my folds, which were slick with my juices. I panted and moaned. He kissed me as he teased me into another orgasm.

He caught my screech with his mouth as my third climax hit. I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t sure I’d survive this one. It was so intense. I could only hold on to Brady and pray that I came back to earth eventually.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Brady whispered as he rolled onto his side and pulled me into his arms.

I realized I was crying. I buried my face in his shoulder.

“You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you.” He kissed my temple and rubbed my back.

Slowly, the tears and my trembles subsided. I gulped in air like I’d been pulled from deep waters.

I wiped my cheeks, feeling embarrassed now. “I don’t know what that was about,” I said, avoiding Brady’s gaze.

“Sometimes sex does that. And that was some fucking amazing sex. Don’t be ashamed.”

I nodded. I made myself keep taking in deep breaths until I felt calm come over me.

“Better now?” Brady asked, smiling.

“Yeah. Wow. That was ... something else.”

“And that was just your second time.” He grinned. “It can only get better from here.”

I groaned. “I need a recovery period. Can I get a rain check? For like a month?”

“If you can wait a whole month to have sex again, sure. But you and I both know you don’t have the willpower.”

I sighed because I knew he was right. Sex with Brady would quickly become its own addiction.

And, really, why shouldn’t I enjoy it? Wasn’t this something I’d been wanting for years?

I snuggled closely against Brady, loving the sound of his heartbeat against my cheek.

And who’s to say how long this will last anyway?

Brady turned on the shower and looked me over. “Are you sore?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“Not really.”

He grimaced. “That means yes.”

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