Page 71 of Mr. Big Mistake
He captured my lips. “Tell me how you want it.”
I breathed. “Harder.”
“Tell me again.”
“Harder, Brenden.”
“Say it louder.”
“I need you harder, Brenden. Please, fuck me!”
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room as my legs locked around his waist. I pulled him in further while his cock throbbed against my pulsing walls. I felt my juices dripping down my ass crack. I felt his heart beating against my own. My eyes rolled back, and my toes curled as my end crashed over me, drowning out everything except for him.
Brenden.
As he chanted my name.
“Kelly. Kelly. Kelly. Oh, fucking hell, Kelly! I’m coming. I’m coming. Kelly, fuck!”
I dropped to the bed as he filled me to the brim. I watched pleasure waft over his face as he collapsed on top of me, dripping with sweat. I leaned my cheek against his face. I felt his arousal painting my walls with his mark. And as I kissed his shoulder softly, feeling him trembling, I closed my eyes.
Just so I could commit every feeling in that one moment to memory.
19
Kelly
Two Weeks Later
“Water in,” I murmured.
I poured the water into the back of the Keurig.
“Coffee pod in,” I yawned.
I placed the pod into its rightful place before I closed the top.
“Time to brew,” I whispered.
I pressed the series of buttons I had learned while staying here at Brenden’s place, and the smell of coffee soon filled the kitchen again. I picked up the spoon and stirred the creamer into my coffee as the sounds of Brenden’s coffee poured into the mug in front of me. I had cinnamon rolls in the oven. Not fresh, of course. Sweet roll containers and coffee were the only two things I could handle first thing in the morning.
“Hello there, gorgeous,” Brenden said.
He came over and kissed the hickey on my neck, and I giggled.
Okay, I guess there are more things I can handle in the morning.
I grinned. “Morning, handsome.”
“That my coffee you’re making?”
“Mhm. Got mine made, and the timer’s about to--.”
The timer started beeping, and I pointed to the oven.
“Can you get them out and ice them?”
He kissed the top of my head. “That depends.”
