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“So responsive,” she groaned before she took me deeper again and again, bringing to the point my feet were perched onthe edge of everything before she eased off and started all over again.

“Toni,” I growled in frustration.

She laughed. Isn’t this your jerk off fantasy?” Before I could answer she leaned forward, grasping my cock between her fleshy tits and taking me in her mouth.

“Holy fuck!” It was the only phrase my brain could process as she overloaded my senses with her soft skin, her hot, wet mouth and those sensual growls as if she liked sucking me off as much as I liked being sucked off. “Toni,” I growled, bucking forward at a fast pace as my hands tangled in her hair. “Oh fuck, Toni.”

She didn’t back off, instead she let me set the pace. She let me play out my fantasy until my sac tightened, my cock thickened and I pumped my release down her throat. She swallowed every drop before pulling back with a smile. “I knew you were a naughty boy.”

Even after the orgasm, my cock was hard and aching, hungry to slip inside her body and hear those precious mewls again and again. “Your mouth is a work of fucking art.”

She smiled. It was a shy, sweet smile that was so at odds with the ballsy woman I knew. “I’m glad you approve.”

“Oh, I do,” I growled and pulled her up so her body was flush against mine before I rolled Toni onto her back, pressing my erection between her legs. “So much that I can hardly think.”

“Thinking is overrated,” she shot back and pushed her pussy against me. “Don’t think Brady, just feel.”

That’s exactly what I did, let the feel of her guide me. She was so wet that I slid deep in with one long thrust, her low groan of pleasure telling me she liked the way I filled her. “So fucking tight,” I groaned and took her mouth in a punishing kiss that left us both breathless and crazed with desire.

“Brady,” she whispered in my ear, nipping the lobe as her hips swirled and she pulsed all around me. “You feel so good.”

In response to her passionate words, I thickened inside of her. Her damp walls gripped me tight and all I could focus on was the pleasure that swamped my body. The layer of sweat that covered my flesh as she pulled me deeper and deeper, whispering dirty things in my ears. “Don’t come, Toni.”

She shook her head, nipping at my jaw line. “I’m gonna. You feel too good. Too thick and hard.”

“Fuck,” I grunted as she pulsed tighter and faster around me. It was too much to take and I pushed forward, surging deeper as I pressed my lips to hers. “Now,” I whispered against her mouth and we flew apart together. Our bodies nothing but flailing limbs that jerked and shook as pleasure worked its way to the surface before it shot out of us both.

“Wow,” she panted when her muscles loosened and she sank into the mattress beneath me. “That was super hot.”

I laughed because I couldn’t agree more. “It was,” I growled and kissed her again, slow and hot. “And we’re just getting started,” I promised, holding her body to mine as I turned onto my back and we started the fire all over again.

It was the best sex of my life. The most fun I’d ever had with a woman, and by the time the sun rose, I knew that I would never, ever, get enough of Toni.

Chapter 12

Toni

The alarm sounded, jarring and obnoxious as it pulled me from the most delicious dream imaginable. Brady was naked with his strong, lean body wrapped around mine. He kissed my sensitive skin and told me I was beautiful as his fingers, his mouth and his dick, did wickedly wonderful things to me. He yanked orgasm after orgasm from my body with just a flick of his wrist or his tongue.

I moaned and a set of masculine arms tensed around me. My eyes flew open, and for the fifth time in as many days, I came awake shocked by the fact that Brady was in my bed. Naked. Sleeping.

“You’re thinking too hard again.” His lips brushed a sensitive spot behind my ear and I shivered. Brady laughed. “Good morning, Antonia.”

“Morning,” I grumbled, secretly loving the way my full name sounded on his lips. My body instinctively relaxed against Brady’s hard chest with a sigh. My nipples beaded, and almost as if he could sense it, his big hands were there, grabbing my breasts and then pinching my nipples. “The morning is becoming better,” I moaned.

Brady laughed. “That’s better.”

I rolled my eyes, thankful he couldn’t see me. “It’s seven,” I told him the same way I had every morning this week.

“It’s Friday,” he shot back.

“Still a workday for some of us.” I wasn’t the boss here. Even though I didn’t say it and neither did Brady, we both knew it was true.

He groaned and rolled me onto my back before settling his body against mine. “I have work to do too,” he whispered, brushing a tantalizing kiss to my lips. “I just find you far more appealing than work.”

I wanted to ask him what his work was exactly, but it would start another argument or another distracting round of sex. I preferred the latter, but it only reminded me of the former. “Lucky me,” I purred sincerely. A man like Brady was a certified workaholic, I recognized it easily because I’d grown up with one, and the fact that I made him not want to work was flattering.

“Luckier me,” he growled and pushed his morning erection between my thighs. We came together hard and fast, both of us reached that peak in just a few minutes, leaving less than five before the alarm clock sounded again, bursting the bubble and reminding us that it was back to the real world. “I need a week with you on a remote island. And no clothes.”

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