Page 91 of Winning Brynn

Maybe her body is just particularly sensitive. Or maybe it's that, when we're together, we burn like iridescent starlight. She's the fuse to my nitroglycerin, the flame to my petroleum. We're fireworks, explosive and unstoppable.

She curls in my hands, her back arching as her head falls to the mattress. I grip her hips roughly, my fingers digging so deeply into her skin that I'll probably leave bruises. But fuck it. I want my marks all over her body, like hers are all over my soul.

"Jesus, Leo, I'm gonna come again."

Picking up speed, I thrust harder into her. The sound of my balls slapping against her skin echoes around the room, mixing with the symphony of her sweet little whimpers and my deep, rumbling moans.

She sucks in a breath, then another, before her body seizes. She's paralyzed for a moment, lost to the wave cresting inside of her, and then she cries out, her legs shaking as I continue to wring out every last drop of pleasure she has left.

I don't stop, even when she sags back into the sheets. I'm relentless. Unhinged and dizzy with the sensation of having her perfect pussy wrapped around me like it's welcoming me home.

"I don't know if I can take anymore," she whines, though her body says differently. She's still pushing herself back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

"Oh, baby. Are you tapping out?" I chuckle darkly, twisting her long chestnut hair around my fist and pulling so her head is forced backward and she's looking at me upside down.

She growls at me. Literally growls. Her eyes turn to slits, even as her mouth parts and another moan slips past her lips. "No."

"Attagirl."

Withdrawing, I slam into her again. Then again and again and again, until we're both cursing and sweat rolls down my back. Bending to meet her lips, I shove my tongue inside her mouth in a sloppy, dirty kiss. She sucks my tongue then savagely bites my bottom lip, always fighting for power, even when she's bent in half and at the mercy of my every whim.

She watches me with curiosity as I break our kiss and slip my thumb into her mouth. "Suck."

She does, even with defiance glaring in her eyes. Dragging her teeth over the pad of my thumb, she wraps her lips around it, sucking the way she does my dick.

"Good girl." I pop it out then trace the sultry curve of her spine until I'm running it between the globes of her butt.

She shifts beneath me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna plug this tight little hole with my thumb while I fuck you." Studying her expression to make sure she's comfortable, I slowly press it inside. I'm gentle and cautious as I push through the ring of muscle, not wanting to hurt her, only intensify her pleasure.

She tenses momentarily then sobs a long, deep whine. "Oh, shit."

With her hair in my fist and my thumb in her ass, I fuck her with everything I have. Flames course through my veins, igniting every nerve ending and synapse. "Look at you, stuffed full of me. My cock stretching your cunt and my thumb in your ass. You fucking love this, don't you?"

My hips snap faster and faster as I yank on her hair, snarling, "Say it. Tell me you love this as much as I do."

Her eyes roll into the back of her head. "I—I love it."

"Your pretty cunt is making such a mess of my dick. You're gonna come again, aren't you? My perfect little slut."

"Leo!" Her final climax hits her like a freight train, and I just about have the wherewithal to move my hand from her hair to muffle her mouth as she screams furiously into my palm.

My balls start to tighten as the white-hot flickers of an orgasm start to stir inside me. "Fuck,fuck." I lose control of my rhythm as pure ecstasy washes through me in a forceful tidal wave, white-hot cum spilling inside of her.

"Jesus Christ," she laughs, falling onto her stomach on the bed as I fight for breath on top of her.

Resting my forehead on her back, I wait for my cock to stop twitching before gently sliding out. But I don't want to stop touching her, don't want to lose the feel of her skin against mine, so I pepper her back with tiny kisses until she's giggling and squirming in my bed sheets.

She turns her face toward me, misty-eyed and rosy-cheeked. She's every fantasy I've ever had lying in my bed right now with her just-fucked hair and exhausted, satisfied smile. It makes my heart tumble, another piece of ice that used to surround it melting away.

"I—" I freeze, stopping myself from saying whatever the fuck was about to leave my lips. "I'll grab a cloth."

Returning from the bathroom, I press the cloth between her legs just as my daughter starts stirring in the other room. "I guess Say is awake."

Brynn yawns, stretching her arms out above her. "I don't work Saturdays." She grabs a handful of the comforter and drags it up over her shoulders, snuggling her face into my pillow.

Shaking my head with a chuckle, I brush the hair away from her face and drop my lips to her head. "Sleep, baby. I'll wake you before dinner so you can eat with us."

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