Page 26 of The Love Wager

He snatches the row of condoms, ripping one free before he rolls it down his thick erection.

I can’t argue when his words make said pussy clench in anticipation.

Dropping my legs open wider, he crawls on top of me, notching at my entrance.

I steal a single breath before he thrusts into the hilt, filling me up.

“Holy fuck.” I suck in, tucked into his neck.

“So tight,” he whispers at the same time.

His hips retreat, finding a tempo that draws more noises out of me than I’ve ever heard. I’ve had my fair share of decent lays, but something about the ruggedness Brooks brings to the bedroom is so different from the guys back home in California.

His rough fingers skate slowly up my calf, stopping to grip behind my knee. Without losing our euphoric rhythm, he hikes up my leg, opening me up to him further. The change in position has him reaching that spot that sends electric bolts down to my toes.

I’m on the edge, riding the tightrope between building pleasure and falling off into satiated bliss. “Mhm, Brooks,” I moan.

“That’s it, red; say my name as I claim this pussy.”

His filthy words and the way he’s slamming his hips against my core could finish me for a second time, but that little voice inside my head refuses to let this man have the final word.

I shove at his chest while I buck my hips, pushing him away from me and his cock from inside me. Taking advantage of hissurprise, I roll us over. Brooks goes with it, tucking his hands behind his head, those bulging biceps covered in thick veins.

I tease his cock with my wetness, rocking back and forth while peppering kisses across his broad chest. I follow the deep divot between his pecs, flicking his nipple.

He jerks, and his dick twitches under me, but it’s the throaty groan that drives me wild.

I need him back inside me, his thickness filling me to the brim to push me over the edge.

His patience snaps and his hand flies down to my waist, quelling my movements to notch him back at my opening.

Taking him in this position, fully seated, hits the perfect spot inside me, and I cry out. I slap down against his chest, his firm muscles moving under my weight, steadying me to pick up my pace.

Fucking him is better than I expected.

Watching the bliss pass across his handsome face, displayed without regret, is more intimate than anticipated. He distracts me from the worrying thought when his hand disappears between us, finding my aching clit.

I explode, coming hard and crumpling to his chest.

He bands his arms around my frame, taking hold to work his own release from my spent body. I’m half-conscious, still riding through my pleasure, when I feel him swell and jerk to a stop.

We still, both of us, drawing in quick breaths to steady our racing hearts.

I have zero desire to move from his warmth, his softening cock still seated within my body.

His fingers trace light strokes up and down my back. The tender touch shoots me back to my earlier thought of intimacy, and it’s the kick in the ass to push me to roll off him onto the mattress.

He says nothing but rolls off the side, dealing with our protection.

I want to pull the soft sheet up around my body and tuck into the mattress, but there’s something thick hanging in the air now.

“I should go,” I pause, watching his back stiffen as the words leave my lips. “Shouldn’t I?”

His hand disappears into a dresser drawer, and an old t-shirt lands beside me on the mattress.

“You’re not leaving,” he informs me, leaning over to drop a soft kiss on my forehead.

He pushes off and turns, heading for the other side of the apartment. That sculpted ass on full display for me to ogle free from their denim confines.

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