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“I want your cock, Brett. Please, I need it. I need you.”
“Then take it, Amy. Take my cock if that’s what you want.” He expected her to ease down on him as she’d done earlier. But no. She slammed her pussy onto him, causing all the breath in his body to come rushing out. Brett grabbed her hips and held her as she moved on him – up and down, back and forth. “Fucking Christ, your pussy is so wet and hot.”
His head fell back to the couch, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Holy shit, she felt more incredible every time he thrust into her. It was apparent from the way she was moving on him that she didn’t want slow and easy. She wanted to be fucked.
Brett laid her down on the floor, put her ankles on his shoulders, his hands on either side of her head, and then he fucked her. Hard. Fast. Without mercy.
Amy clutched at his arms as if she wanted him to stop or slow down. But the way she continuously met him thrust for thrust told him otherwise. Her moans were becoming longer, her screams louder. He felt her tightening around him, and he slowed his pace. No woman had ever made him want to come as hard or fast as Amy did. Nor had any woman ever made him want to prolong the inevitable. But with Amy, being inside of her, being this close to her was something he wanted to make last forever.
Brett moved her legs off his shoulders, leaned over to kiss her, and then rolled her on top of him again. He watched the way her head fell back to her shoulders, and her mouth parted on a moan; the way her breasts shook as she rode his cock. Fuck! It was so hot. She was so hot.
“Sonofabitch, Amy...ah, God, baby.” He tried to hold her still, to hold off on letting either of them come just yet.
“No.” She took his hands from her waist and pinned them above his head. “I need to come again.” Amy rotated her hips on him, pushing all the way down on him so that he was buried balls deep inside of her tight, hot pussy. “I want to feel you come inside of me, Brett.”
Like he was going to say no to that. He pulled his hands from her grip and wrapped them around her back, holding her firmly against his body as he planted his heels into the floor and fucked her so hard the sounds of their bodies slapping together drowned out their moans.
“Like...that?” he grunted.
His balls were heavy with his impending release; the base of his spine tingled; his body shook, and then he jerked, coming hard and deep inside of her.
Amy nipped and bit at his neck as she gave in to her orgasm. God, the feel of her coming on his cock, of her body going limp on top of his, of her whispering his name at his ear was like heaven on earth. Nothing could be better than this, right here, right now.
“Holy shit,” he said on an exhaled breath.
Amy laughed. “Yeah, no kidding.”
Brett smoothed the hair from her face and kissed her softly on the mouth. He wanted her again. Now. Always. “God, Amy, you’re,” he sighed, “you’re incredible.”
The desire to tell her that he loved her was all-consuming, but he couldn’t get the words to form. Was it too soon? Would it freak her out? That’s not what he wanted to do, so he kept quiet.
“God, it is so hot in here.” Amy rolled off him and onto her back.
“We could take a cold shower,” he suggested jokingly.
“You know,” she turned her head and looked at him, “that’s not a bad idea.”
He grinned. “No underwear this time. And I absolutely will not keep my hands to myself.”
Amy stood and held her hand out to him. “Good, because I don’t want you to.”
Brett took her hand and stood. He followed her to the stairs but stopped. “I have a better idea.” His cock was already hard again.
At this rate, neither of them would be getting any sleep tonight because he had every intention of spending as much time inside of her as he could.
Chapter Seventeen
Brett pulled out a kitchen chair. “Sit,” he said, pointing at it.
“Why?” Amy’s voice was full of uncertainty.
With a smile, he said, “Trust me, baby.” Then he winked. When she still didn’t sit, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Please just trust me. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, okay?”
She took a deep breath. “Okay.” Amy sat.
“Good. Now don’t move.” Brett walked into the living room and grabbed her tank top from the floor.
“What are you doing with that?” Her gaze darted from him to the top he held. “Brett...?”
