Page 12 of Three Little Words

I held her tight, sure my fingers would leave bruises.

Soon, Bryn reached back, grabbing one of my wrists. She started to move again, her hips bucking, her breathing coming hard.

“Benny, fuck, I’m gonna—”

She didn’t finish her sentence. She tilted her head back, crying out. Her legs trembled and she ground down against me, hips bouncing.

I flexed into her, my own orgasm hitting as I watched her come.

I’d never gotten off so hard before.

For a moment, we were still. Then, Bryn’s arms gave out and she dropped forward, her ass still in the air.

I gave it a light slap as I pulled out of her, then I removed the condom and tied it off.

Bryn moaned into the mattress.

“We gotta do that again.” Her voice was muffled by the bedding, but I understood her well enough.

“Oh, don’t worry. We will.”

I left the room. In the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and wet a washcloth for her. When I returned, Bryn had already rolled on to her back and burrowed under my blankets.

She definitely belonged in my bed.

She looked up at me and smiled. “Hey…were you serious?”

“About what?” I handed her the cloth and she took it, hand disappearing under the blankets. “Having sex with you again? Hell yeah.”

“No, not that.” She tilted her head. A lock of brown hair fell over her face.

It was cute.

In a shy voice, nothing like the woman who’d just told me she liked it rough, she asked, “Are you serious about wanting me to work at No Regrets?”

---