Page 130 of The Breaking Point

“Well, then I’ll definitely have to take you to a barber after we’re finished.”

Brady’s eyes darkened. “And you think we’ll be done before every barber in this town closes? Think again.”

I squealed when he pinched my nipples in tandem as he kissed me. I humped his lap, desperate for more contact. But Brady seemed content to make me suffer.

“You’re going to get my jeans soaked,” he said with a chuckle. He slicked his hand through my folds. “Damn, baby. You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

I nodded. He began rubbing me—slowly, ever slowly—and I had to bite back a scream. I didn’t care that I was humping his hand or that I was probably leaving marks on his shoulders from my fingernails.

Brady kissed the side of my neck; then he swore. “I don’t have a condom,” he said, frustrated. “Shit. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m on birth control.”

His eyes widened. “You sure?”

“Absolutely. I trust you.”

He sighed and wrapped his arms around me tightly. “I love you. How could I have ever thought I’d be okay without you?”

“That’s all over now. You’re here, and we’re never going to be apart again.”

I helped Brady out of his jeans and boxers, needing to feel his cock again. He was hard and hot in my palms. I stroked him as we kissed, loving the way he pushed into my hands for more friction.

“Put me inside you,” he said in a low voice, his eyes narrowed.

I did as he bade. I slowly sat on his cock, loving the way he filled me. We both moaned when he was entirely inside me. I was stuffed full. I leaned forward and pressed my face to his shoulder.

“Ride me, baby.” He gripped my hips to start me moving.

I felt a little awkward at first, unsure of what to do. But it didn’t take long to find my rhythm. I bounced on Brady’s cockand discovered how amazing it felt when my clit brushed against his pelvis.

“That’s my girl. God, you’re gorgeous.” Brady played with my breasts as I increased my pace.

We were both panting now. I felt my climax creeping up on me. I watched as Brady clenched his jaw.

“Baby, you better come soon. Otherwise—” He groaned when I swiveled my hips.

I laughed, but my laughter devolved into moans when Brady thrust up against me. Then, before I realized it, he’d taken control. He used my body to fuck himself, and it was so hot and erotic that it took all of ten seconds before I yelled in orgasm.

I shook and writhed on top of him. It took all my strength just to hold on to him. And then Brady came, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. He filled my pussy with his hot cum until I could feel him dripping out of me.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” Brady kissed me as he bucked under me for a few more seconds. “Holy shit, Grace.”

I could only shake my head. I didn’t have the power to say anything.

We kept kissing for a while longer, not wanting to lose our newfound closeness. When Brady finally pulled away, I blushed when his cum gushed out of me.

“I’ll get a towel,” he said with a grin. He returned, and we cleaned each other up.

It was only as we were making sure the leather chair was also clean that I started laughing like a lunatic.

“What?” Brady gave me a strange look.

I pressed my hands to my cheeks. “Oh God. Brady, that’s mydad’schair. I wasn’t even thinking earlier.”

Brady looked at me, then he looked at the chair. Then he started laughing so hard he was nearly choking.

“Oh my God. Oh, shit.” He had to sit down, he was laughing so hard. He wiped his eyes. “Baby, you should’ve said something.”

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