Page 26 of Brick

I turn so my back is facing him and undo my pants. Keeping my legs straight, I pull my pants straight down so he can get a good look at my ass. I may not have too much to work with everywhere else, but my ass is fucking fabulous.

"Holy fuck. How the hell are you this damn sexy? Goddamn it." Brick curses before yanking his leather vest off and tossing it onto the chair along with his shirt. "We need to cool off a bit." He shakes his head, but his eyes don't ever leave me. I crawl onto the bed and wait for him to join me.

"Cool off? Why?" I ask, genuinely concerned that he might have already finished in his pants.

"Because if I take you like this, I'm going to break you in two."

I'm sure the threat of bodily harm should make me question what I'm about to do, but it only makes me want him even more.

Slowly, I part my legs, grab hold of the headboard with one hand, and use the other to beckon him forward. "You've already destroyed me for any other man. Break me, Brick. Break me down, then build me back again. I'm yours."

If I thought I heard him panting before, what I hear coming from him now is nothing short of crazed and animalistic.

He rushes to the bed, stripping his pants and shoes in the process before crawling up to where I'm laying. "That's right. You're all fucking mine." He wraps a hand around my neck, and I whimper at the pressure there.

It makes me so vulnerable, but I like it. I can let him take the lead, and no matter what he chooses to do to me right now, I know I'm going to come out on the other side better for it.

Without moving his hand from my neck, he slides the other hand down the center of my body, barely grazing over my nipples before continuing down over my stomach and over the panties I still have on.

I'm breathing so fast now, I swear it feels like I'm going to black out, but I will myself not to. I don't want to miss even a second of this.

"This is how I like to see you, sweetness. Ready for me. Vulnerable. Open."

He's called me sweetness several times, but this time when he says it, my heart nearly cracks open. There's no fight—nothing but complete submission.

Slowly, he rubs back and forth against my clit, and I realize that he's not just proficient in foot rubs. I do my best to press down hard to get more friction, but his hold on my neck keeps me from moving too much.

"Do you know how many rules I've broken for you? I was numb and living life one day at a time, dark and starless, but here you come showing me the fucking sun. Blinding me. Changing me. I was broken the second I met you." He leans down to kiss me. It's far more gentle than I was expecting, but it doesn't last very long.

He grips my panties and rips them off my body, which causes me to gasp in surprise.

The whiplash between what he's saying and the way he's touching me is jarring. I can't get on solid ground, but I'mguessing that's exactly how he wants me—lost and depending solely on him.

He doesn't slam himself into me like I want; instead, he lifts his cock so the underside runs through my lips. For the first time, I take my eyes off his just to see what he's working with. I'm not mad at it at all. In fact, if I'm honest with myself, I'm a little intimidated. It's a nice length, but the girth is much more than I'm used to. Even my toys aren't that thick. This is going to be a test for sure.

I'm determined to pass.

"You on birth control, sweetness?" The question catches me off guard, and I fight to get back even a few sane thoughts.

"Yes, I'm on the pill."

He groans and licks his lips while he continues to massage himself against me. "Damn, that's a shame. I'm going to fill you up to the brim. I'll just have to put a baby in you next time."

"Brick." I gasp, both out of surprise and desire. No one has ever talked to me like this. No one would dare. Being a mother never crossed my mind, but I can't help but get a little kick out of seeing myself grow big with his kid. I can imagine it now.

"Steady, sweetness. You asked to be broken. I'm a man of my word." He pulls his hips back and settles the head of his cock right at my opening.

With one hard, brutal thrust, I'm full and nearly climbing up the walls to get away from him. "Oh god. Shit. So...big." I mewl and push back against him. I was a fool to think I was ready for this.

"No, don't run. Besides, I'll just catch you. I'm never going to let you go, Luna. You're mine." He growls before he pulls back and thrusts again.

Over and over, the pace is intense, but soon the fullness begins to feel like a deep ache—a pressure building up inside of me with nowhere to go. I've had orgasms before, mostly at my own hands, but I've never felt like this. It's scary. I grab hold of Brick's forearm and just hang on for the ride as he continues to do to my body exactly what he said he was going to do. Piece by piece, I'm shattering around him.

My insides flutter, feeling like snakes writhing and curling up inside of me, building more and more. I scream at the top of my lungs, desperate for this ballooning pressure to both continue and cease at the same time.

My skin prickles, and my heart beats fast and hard in my ears as that feeling of floating overwhelms me.

I grab hold of my sheets, bearing down to keep from falling, but it's no use. Seconds later, I'm screaming Brick's name before my entire body shakes furiously and a small gush of liquid comes out of me.

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