Page 16 of Sinful Skulls
Why did I wait so long for this? It’s amazing. But I know that it might not be this way with just anyone. It’s him. It’s because I trust him.
“Keep those legs open,” he warns, removing his hands from my knees. One presses right above my pelvic bone, the other pinches my clit, and his sinful tongue fills me.
“Brody, fuck. Oh god. Oh my god.”
Every one of my muscles seizes, and I swear my soul leaves my body.
Stars break out at the edges of my vision, and for a brief moment I wonder if I actually might be having a seizure. I’m boneless as I watch him start to undress himself.
Oh, holy hell, I should have drawn up my will before this. He’s too much.
Brody’s face is serious. His muscles taught. His fucking dick bigger than I thought one could possibly be.
He grabs a condom out of his pocket before tossing his jeans to the floor. He carries it between his teeth as he climbs up my body. He rises to his knees, and takes my hand, showing me exactly how he wants to be touched. He leaves me to it while he bites the package open. When he has it out, he bats my hand away and grabs his dick, squeezing himself painfully.
The hiss he makes has me trying to press my legs together, but his body prevents it. I watch as he rolls the condom on, and then he lowers himself on top of me.
“You good?” he asks, brushing my hair behind my ears. His dick slowly slides over me, and I press my head into the pillow, nodding.
“You’re running out of time to back out,” he rasps, and I can see he’s struggling to hold on.
“Never,” I whisper. “Do it.”
I drown in the galaxy of his eyes as the tip of him begins to slide into me. He pulls out and rubs his heavy cock over my clit before bringing it back to my entrance.
I find myself climbing higher and higher as he stokes an invisible fire. Each time he enters me, he pushes in a little farther. The stretch is fucking insane. I’m not going to lie, it hurts, but it also feels good.
His eyes never leave mine. He’s watching me closely.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groans, and this time, he doesn’t pull out. He keeps a steady pressure, pushing on. His eyes roll back in his head, and I derive great pleasure from that one simple gesture.
The burn is incredible as he begins to thrust in and out of me. When he bumps against my cervix, I cry out, and he holds my face in his hands. “You’re doing so good,” he praises, not slowing his pace. He wipes tears from my eyes with his thumbs. “I’m almost there.”
His body tenses, and his cock somehow feels like it’s getting bigger. Could that be?
He presses his face in the crook of my neck and roars. The sound of his release sends me over the moon.
I’m afraid Brody was right.
He’s ruined me.
Chapter Seven
Brody
Itrail my fingers through the ends of her hair. She’s beautiful. Last night was beautiful.
The way she put her trust in me, and ah … I don’t know … I’ve never gotten so sentimental about sex. That doesn’t even sound right. It was more than that. She gave me such an amazing gift. Her first time.
I can only hope it was as good for her as it was for me. If I’m being honest, I hope she never forgets it … or me.
Am I a bastard for hoping I really did ruin her for other men?
The thought of her being with someone else makes me murderous, but I’m not about to steal her dreams from her. If she meets someone in Paris, then that is the way it’s meant to be.
I kiss her on the shoulder lightly, hoping to wake her in the gentlest way possible. “Daisy,” I whisper. “It’s time to get up.”
She groans and throws her arm over her ear. “No. I want to stay here forever.”
