Page 12 of Brick's Redemption

Ginny. The woman I had fallen hard for and the one who never left my thoughts.

There was no resisting her. It didn’t matter if this was taboo or forbidden or if I was her dead father’s best friend. I needed her, craved her, and I wouldn’t give her up.

Fuck.

She’d gotten under my skin. Maybe I should have been ashamed of the fact that I lusted after Hesh’s daughter, but she wasn’t a little girl anymore. Ginny was a grown woman with a brilliant mind, smokin’ body, and she wanted me just as much.

To hell with society and its rules. I lived and made my own.

Now that I had conjured her in my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about her sexy, soft mouth or the flair of her hips. She had an ass I’d fucking die for and couldn’t resist grabbing as often as possible.

But her pussy. Fuck me. The tightest, softest, sweetest spot I ever had the privilege to fuck. One time was all it took to become addicted. I could never let her go now.

My hand slid down my stomach and over my erection, wrapping around the base with a familiarity all men knew and understood. I began to stroke, remembering how her inner walls fluttered right before she was about to come.

She always clenched me hard, and then she’d do one of her breathy sighs before she flooded my dick and clamped down. Christ. Just thinking of driving into her pussy was working me up. I closed my eyes, picturing her on all fours.

I’d take her from behind and fuck her so hard her tits swayed and her ass jiggled. It was fucking beautiful. I had her that way over Christmas but wanted to do it again.

“Fuck, Ginny,” I groaned.

“Brick.”

I froze, hearing her say my name. It wasn’t in my fantasy but in reality. My eyes opened, and I found her outside the shower, naked and giving me one of her soft, needy smiles.

Damn. She was turned on by this.

I stroked harder, lifting one hand to crook a finger. “Come here, Babygirl.”

She entered and closed the glass door, a vision with pale, perfect skin and ripe curves. I noticed some slight changes to her body lately but kept those observations to myself.

It was too soon to hope that she’d become pregnant, but with all the fucking and lack of protection, it was bound to happen. I couldn’t wait. I wanted her to have a dozen of my babies.

My ma would love that.

Ginny stood in front of me, fixated on my hand and the hard length of my cock. Her eyes dilated.

“Baby, sit on the bench and spread your legs wide. Show me your pretty pussy.”

She slowly backed up, sat down, and lifted her dainty feet. With a wicked smile, she opened her legs and gripped her thighs, showing me exactly what I wanted. Her arousal had slickened those pink lips and glistened in the light.

“Play for me.”

“But I can’t hold myself up if I do.”

“I can help with that,” I offered, lowering to my knees as I approached her.

The bench seat ended up being the perfect height, and I brought the tip of my cock to her entrance, teasing with the head as she moaned. I gently moved one of her hands toward her center and held up her thigh.

“Play with your clit. Get good and wet for me,” I ordered.

Ginny’s fingers slid over the hood and pressed down as she jolted. Her other hand held her thigh open as she began to strum, moving in tight little circles that I enjoyed watching.

I pushed inside her but kept only the crown buried, enjoying the friction and denial of my body’s desires as she squirmed.

“Brick!”

“What do you need, Ginny?”

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