Page 70 of Mr. Big Mistake
I slowly looked up at him. “Well. That’s a hell of a morning greeting.”
Our eyes met, and I watched him study me. His eyes fell to my glistening lips before he scooted them down the rest of my form. I smiled as I reached for the bow around my waist, pulling on it, so my robe fell open. I bared it all for him, allowing his eyes a monumental look at my body. With all its peaks, valleys, and imperfections, I slid the robe off my arms and cast it to the side.
And when his eyes met mine, a fire sparked behind them.
“Morning,” I said giggling.
Before I could think straight, his hand flew to my hair. He fisted it and dragged me close to him, pulling me in for a knee-weakening kiss. His tongue pressed through my lips, commanding my attention as my head tilted off to the side. I threw my arms around his neck, feeling his cock already bulging against my stomach. I stood onto my tiptoes as I walked him back into his bedroom, and we didn’t stop moving until the two of us collapsed against his bed.
“Mine,” he growled.
And as he rolled me over, I felt his hands all over me.
“Oh, Brenden. Yes.”
He kissed down the valley of my breasts. He lapped at my nipples as his hands spread my legs. He sank to the floor, on his knees, and I felt his hot mouth hovering over my lower lips. His hands were commanding against my body. He molded me and moved me precisely as he wished me to be. He tossed my legs over his shoulders. He gripped my hips. He pulled me close to him as his tongue pushed against my wet pussy. My eyes widened with pleasure as he lapped up my slit, gathering my juices on the tip of his tongue.
Then, he started teasing me.
To a point where I almost snapped.
“My God. Brenden. I--I need--.”
He slowly traced my clit with his tongue as I bucked against his face.
“What is it you need?” he murmured.
I panted. “More. More. I need more, please.”
“More… what?”
I raised my head. “I want more of you.”
I reached down for him, and he flew up my body. Our lips crashed together as he wrapped his arm around my waist. And together, we scooted up the bed. I dug my heels into the mattress while he helped scoot me up. Then, he collapsed on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head.
While I moaned down the back of his throat.
“Fucking hell, Kelly. The things you do to me.”
I felt his cock fall between my legs. “Fill me up, Brenden. Do it. Now.”
The second he eased himself into me, the rest of the world faded away. The ocean didn’t exist, the place didn’t exist, and not even the hotel existed. As I looked up into Brenden’s eyes, feeling him working for my own pleasure, I felt my heart give way a little more to him. I felt my body succumb to his movements and his motions as our bed banged against the wall, signaling to the entire world that he was mine.
And I was his.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I moaned.
“Oh, fuck. Kelly. Jesus Chr--oh, oh, oh, oh. Shit!”
I met him, thrust for thrust. “You like that?”
“Oh, yeah, I do.”
“You like it when my body swallows you whole?”
His eyes darkened. “My God, yes, I do.”
“You like it when I’m--shit--beneath you? Like this? At your command?”
