“Say you understand.” I growl as my hand holds her face so she has to look at me.
“Aidan,” she cries, trembling with the pleasure my body is giving her.
I know she can’t give herself to me.
But I want to hear her say it while I’m deep inside her.
I need to know that a part of her wants this.
“Say it.”
Her eyes close as she falls apart around me. Her climax shudders and clenches around my cock.
I come.
Like a goddamn freight train.
I release her face and collapse over her, my hand still on the glass as I pump, slowly milking every last drop inside her.
“Ohgodohgod. Too fucking good. Oh god.” Briar moans, wrapped around my body as her hot pussy throbs around my thickness.
Slowly, I straighten and stare down at her.
Her lips are red and swollen, her hair is tussled.
She’s fucking beautiful.
“Tell me you’re okay,” I whisper roughly.
“I’m married,” she replies.
What the fuck?
CHAPTER SEVEN
BRIAR