Page 37 of New Hope, Old Grudges

The comforter was soft, smelling of pine laundry detergent and Brody.

He loomed above me, a picture of rugged masculinity, need pulsating from his very pores. The veins of his neck were taught, his chest visibly moving up and down.

“Arms up,” he commanded.

Without question, I did what he asked.

I expected from the look on his face that Brody would damn near rip his shirt from my body.

He didn’t.

Instead, he leaned over me, grasping the hem before rolling it up with devastating slowness. His lips covered every piece of new skin he exposed, setting my skin on fire with each kiss.

Finally, he revealed my breasts, my aching nipples. He let out a hiss of approval, his hand kneading my breast roughly.

“Gonna cum on these tits,” he declared, his eyes rushing up. “If you’ll allow that?”

My body shuddered as I held Brody’s ochre gaze. Again, not something I was normally into, but the mere thought of it made my pussy clench.

“I’ll allow it.” My voice was thin and raspy.

He grinned wickedly as he leaned down to put my taut nipple in his mouth.

My back arched as he sucked on it, desire building to almost a breaking point as he did the same with the other.

That was when his shirt was ripped off me by the savage hunger he was barely restraining.

I was naked in front of him, laid out for him on his bed. He leaned back, standing up, eyes feasting on me with the same intensity his mouth had before.

“Jesus Christ.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw. “I don’t know how in the fuck I got so lucky.”

My insides twisted.

Never had a man stared at my naked body with such fervor. Such hunger. Such reverence.

Never had I thought a man would do that.

Most especially not Brody Adams.

Without ceremony, he pulled his shirt over his head, kicking off his sweats so he was naked in front of me.

And holy fuckingfuck.

I’d known he was solidly built from the look of him in clothes. But the look of him naked was something else.

I went up on my elbows.

His abs could’ve been carved from marble, two jagged scars marring the otherwise perfect, smooth skin of his abdomen. His pecs were the same, chiseled, defined with a small patch of dark chest hair running between them and down past his Adonis belt to…

The most magnificent cock I’d ever seen.

I was not one to describe cocks asmagnificent.I’d always thought they were kind of … ridiculous looking.

But yeah, Brody’s hard, long cock standing at attention for me … it was magnificent.

And it was big enough to make me squirm from just thinking about it going inside of me.

“Keep looking at my cock like that, I won’t be able to control myself for a second longer,” Brody growled.

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