Page 59 of Mr. Big Mistake
“Oh, hell, yes.”
His hips snapped against mine, and I groaned. My toes pointed, and my back arched as his face fell to my cleavage. He kissed me and sucked at my skin. He toyed with my nipples using his tongue while his hips rolled effortlessly against mine. I felt my juices dripping down my ass crack, covering me in my own debaucherous mark.
Then, Brenden slid against a spot that made me jump.
“Oh!”
His eyebrows rose. “Right there?”
He swiveled his hips, and the world started to fade.
“Oh, shit. Oh… oh, fuck.”
“Ah, yes. Right--right there.”
“Brenden!”
He swiveled his hips again. “Say my name.”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit.”
He gripped my hair. “Say my name, gorgeous.”
And when he swiveled his hips one last time, I felt myself about to burst. “Brenden. Oh, please. I’m so close. So, so close. Brenden. Brenden. Oh, God. Please.”
He swiveled and bucked. He thrust and snapped. I felt out of control in all the best ways for the first time in my life. My body molded to him. His lips wouldn't stop pressing kisses against me. And as my walls clamped around him, I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper as his lips fell against mine.
He growled while I moaned. He grunted while I groaned. I swallowed his sounds while he swallowed mine as his cock pulsed against my walls. I felt my body milking him for all he had. I felt my world spiraling out of control. And as his cock continued to jump, I felt his threads of arousal coating me. Marking me. Making me his.
At least, for the month.
“Damn it, Kelly,” he grunted.
“Oh, oh, oh my God,” I breathed.
And when his body collapsed on top of mine, I wrapped my arms around him.
Holding him close as I fell asleep with him inside me.
* * *
“Brenden?”
My arm flopped to his side of the bed and fell against cold sheets.
“Brenden?”
I heard him sip something. “I’m here. Just at my desk.”
I peeked an eye open. “The sun isn’t even out yet.”
I heard him sip again. “It’s three in the morning. Go back to sleep.”
“Then, come to bed.”
He sipped once more. “After I’m done.”
I sat up. “Whatcha drinking?”
